Jan 03, 2016 20:11
Everything was empty.
the smiles she remembers; empty
the words whispered so tenderly; empty
the colours she used to see; empty
the surge of passion; empty.
you think on this life, and what do you have?
emptiness.
what do you work for?
is love enough?
every day over and over,
that's the way it always is.
why are you here?
for what purpose?
to create, i can no longer
to imagine, im losing touch
i've always thought love was pain.
the more painful it is, the more love there is
im not sure why that is
im not sure why this is what i feel.
in the end, i always run back to you.
i shouldnt
i dont want to
but i do
impatience driving me through the wall
i dont want to wait anymore.
but my heart is empty
empty as my dreams.
i've forgotten what it's like to fight like this
i've forgotten what it's like to be so lost.
i'm without, and i dont know how to fix it.
where do i go?
solitude no longer my friend
i know what i want
i know what i need
but it is not here
and i have to be enough for myself.
thoughts,
peter pan,
journal,
life