The Missing Piece

It doesn't hurt to look
But to not brings pain
In the depths of my heart
Where my emptiness has lain
The missing piece
To infinity
Does not wish to permit me
The pleasure of looking
Upon your face

As I lie here alone
I feel naked in my skin
For the greatest pleasure
Is not mine for the taking

It doesn't hurt to look
But to not brings me pain
In the depths of my soul
Where you
The missing piece should lie