Empty Is Where the Heart Is
Empty heart
Wheres the love?
Empty soul
Could hear a pin drop
Empty life
Filled with lies
Empty hope
Was it ever there?
Empty happiness
Full of fears
Empty home
To busy walking around on pins and needles
The only thing that ever seems to be full is your glass of shame
Copyright © Miya Fontaine | Year Posted 2014
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