Sunday, January 15, 2012

Empty





Empty was how I felt
Flat as a crepe
Without the filling
I blessed the floor
For it kept me in one place
Even as I walked
Baby steps I hoped
For a love like you
To fill me
Like an empty container
Waiting in the closet
For some cold hands
To touch it
Eagerly anticipating
The drink





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