An empty glass sitting on the table
An empty matchbox with a burnt out candle
The empty paper for that forgotten essay
The empty cabnit, the cutlery's astray
That empty fridge, nothing to eat
That empty wallet, nothing is free
You're empty heart, no love to spare
You're empty eyes, your cold, dead stare
Broken life, your modus vivendi
Living is lonely, living is empty
YOU ARE READING
My Heart And Soul For You
PoetryThese are my midnight musings, my afternoon antics, and my sunrise shenanigans #34 poetry ~April 12th 2022 #1 personification ~April 12th 2022 #1 in figurative language ~February 16th 2021
