Hollow, empty, words resonate
Would be easier if they were
Sounds of dislike or hate
Unfulfilled, unadored, I don't know
Not for want of trying
And learning with you how to grow
But now a wall's here, right before me
So grand and tall
Of my own making, clearly
And the words will return forever
A continual stream
Challenging us, our together
And I'm blank, just so very undone
So vacant, unwanted
Don't know where i can run
And all that I hear are echoes of me
A time, a place
Someone I thought I could be
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