The Empty Heart

The stars in the night-

Their light;

So bright.

What a sight

To others divine

To me just fine

To me just alright

Their light;

So bright

But even in the night-

The light- can't shine

These stars don't shine

Looking for something;

But finding nothing.

Who told you-

To be so kind?

Perhaps too blind-

To see the real world.

You had a heart of gold;

That once turned cold.

Now it’s getting old

Looking for something;

But finding nothing.

The rose-

Even in the spring

It was withering-

Yet struggling.

To rise

Withering

But struggling

For a way- to stay

Or a way- to go away.

Looking something;

But finding nothing.