I feel empty
I have for quite some time
But you wouldn't understand me,
And I suppose you never did.
I told you I was falling
And slipping from your grasp
But still you chose to ignore me
And pulled at all my strings
You turned me into
Your dancing puppet
With nothing but hollow limbs.
My heart was aching
From your warped reality,
And in the end I returned
To the empty void I call home
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoesíaNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
