I Write Poetry
Empty
With silence, you return.
Sneaking back into my life.
only to be gone again.
Taking my night and bringing the day.
Looking from the darkness into the future.
Having been here before.
Given time to enjoy this moment.
And then you are gone once more
Empty again and not knowing what to do.
With silence, you return.
Sneaking back into my life.
only to be gone again.
Taking my night and bringing the day.
Looking from the darkness into the future.
Having been here before.
Given time to enjoy this moment.
And then you are gone once more
Empty again and not knowing what to do.