Empty
I think it's time to give it up
this will never work.
your mind was in it
but your heart was not
you said you'd had enough.
respect is what i gave you
so why'd you break my heart?
you dropped the pieces on the dirt
and ground them into dust.
I lay awake all night
feeling empty where you were
there is nothing I can do
so goodbye i say to you
Daniel Tiller
3/30/08
loanslanger commented on Empty
07-24-2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Empty | 1 | 07/24/2009 |
| Anguish | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
| Who needs a heart? | 0 | 07/24/2009 |
| Moving on | 2 | 11/21/2008 |
| Must More be Said? | 2 | 11/21/2008 |
| Why? | 1 | 11/16/2008 |
| Why do i care? | 1 | 11/16/2008 |
| What you do to me | 0 | 11/16/2008 |
| Change | 1 | 11/16/2008 |
| Futile | 1 | 11/16/2008 |
| Darkness | 2 | 07/24/2009 |
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