6 February 2013
My chest is a empty space With a care worn shell Inside my heart Is a living hell
Sadness and loss rip at my insides whenever I'm feeling my worst. One or twice I have wanted to feel the heat of a blade to quench my hearts thirst.
I write and I write Try to get it out of my system But no one knows how much I miss this person I don't know. The person who's very face would make my heart glow.
I dream of him at night And think of him in the day That special someone waiting for me,that I wish to meet soon if I may.
So don't ask me whats wrong.. I could answer any day.
My heart is an empty space Longing for love's beautiful trace To deck it out in gold brocade and dust off the rust and rid it of decay. So that I may have a reason to smile each day.
©Kathryn Imes 2/4/13
Empty Space • Opuss № I