empty

why is it

that no matter what

he wont want me

i try to be nice

yet he wont want me

there is no feelings

nothing left for me

tears form in my eyes

with all the lies...

yet more truth was there

the love will never be there...

my heart will never mend...

a part of me is missing...

and only he could fill it

now i think i want it to be...

empty...

a big whole....

never to be with him...

just to be empty...

the way my love shall stay...

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Adam Smith's picture

This is a very good poem, I enjoyed reading it.