Unwritten Letters - Poems And Quotes

Nothing ||original poem||

Our love was abstract,
Grasping onto nothing.
Yet nothing was everything to me.

I was nothing in his eyes,
Meaningless and worthless.
Our love an inevitable lie.

Everything falls into line,
Like the stars forming constellations in the night,
Or the mountains reaching toward the endless sky,

But stars are shining though they're dull and fading,
And mountains are reaching for particularly nothing,
Because nothing is there.

So stars cover who they are,
By shining to impress the world,
Mountains grab onto clouds,
Hoping clouds are something,
But something was an illusion too.

So is nothing something?
Is something nothing?
Why were we all fed up on so much,
Drowning in lies,
Falling in a quicksand of hope and faith,

Only love is nonexistant,
Because we search for an unanswered truth in ourselves,
Yet we never find it.

Because nothing is there.