A word or two

Thinking of you, I thought of writing,
A word or two, without deciding,

Where am I, without you,
What am I, without you,

To talk of you, to write about you,
In very few, words that hold,

Nothing of me, as I am to you,
Everything of you, as you are to me.

An Urge To Surge

There is something that beats inside
And its not the heart this time

Something rises and craves
Not for love and certainly not for wealth

I am starving when i have food
I feel contained and confined

To say the least, i say more
But i dont know what for

The song i sing, sounds like dirge
How shall i rime, an urge to surge?