Emptiness,
Thats how I feel,
Everyday,
Don't know whats real,
Illusion,
Of What you are to me,
Love,
Can you set me free?
Heart,
And It's empty hole,
Waiting,
For you to fill it up again,
Silly me,
Have I been a fool?,
All the time,
It was you who'm I lean,
Letting go,
It's not as easy as it seemed,
Once step away,
Still found myself coming back to you,
My Heart,
Always found a way,
And even though,
My hearts screams NO.
Let him go,
It's too late now,
He have my heart,
Seems like Nothing,
Can ever take it apart,
Your like a drug and i'm addicted,
You cant even notice!
In your clueless little head,
Oh! but honey,
Cant you see?
Someday,
Somehow,
You'll be the death of me.
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The Undefined Passion
PoetryPoetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they g...
