I've been empty for so long. Filling the lonely with the unworthy and the never should haves. To many times have i laid a needing heart out for a using soul. Only to have each role played out all to knowingly.
Sinking into the abyss of missed opportunities and the unexpected expected, there sits me. My heart grows even more murky, the deeper i allow the expected to creep. I've seen lights with no tunnel's end. I've seen smiles with tear filled reflections. I've felt the love of a selfish heart. I felt the passion of the unforgiving.
My heart yet remains, not just hopeful, but empty. Empty of the taste of fool's gold. Empty of the promises of a lair's tongue. Empty of that which makes draining necessary.
My heart is waiting for the words writing in myth, told as fable, seen as unattainable... I want that which captures my soul without surrender. OUR love gives breath to dreams.
OUR love gives hope to doubt.
OUR LOVE can be spoken of in whispers, yet felt as if the loudest scream.
Our love doesn't plug the empty, it rebirth's love meant.
