As I lay here now reading some romantic swill, I can't help but notice the gaping hole I'm struggling to fill with empty words and fake true love, but the emptiness tells me it's never enough.
So I think of you, my love, lost but not forgotten, and the hole seems to mend, and the pain come to an end.... but the respite is short, and the night is all too long.
Perhaps I'll just listen to the same old song, and cry salt tears as a fresh offering to my deaf god, so maybe he'll heal this gaping hole in my heart, left there by you when we had to part.
YOU ARE READING
My Sleepless Scribblings
PoetryMy poetry scrapbook, pretty much. I'm planning on putting all of my stuff in here, from way back when(2015), to now. at least the stuff that's worth a damn, and that I feel like sharing. I'll update it whenever I feel like it, and if I get mostly ne...
