I used to be able to fill the pages
But it's been weeks
And I have been lost and empty
Where have you been?
I need to look into a mirror that reflects myself back to me
I need noise to fill this silence
I'm caught in an endless cycle
Needing and wanting
Making me feel full when they are
Feeding my emptiness
YOU ARE READING
Endlessly Falling
PoesíaI have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even some vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie. Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... re...
