Hollow-
An emptiness inside,
A lonely sort of aching
Never resting,
Always present .
Hollow
Like a dead tree;
Still standing,
Wind whistling through,
But interiorly feeling
Detached
Hollow:
A darker feeling,
Happiness seems unreachable.
Trapped in the abyss of your own thoughts,
Seemingly no way out.
Hollow
Akin to hunger
But not as mendable.
Forlorn whispering,
Like a lover who was never there;
The feeling of something missing,
But what exactly,is uncertain.
Hollow,
Does it ever end?
They say it gets better -
Is that from experience,
Or just a way to be nice?
Hollow
When life seems pointless,
An ocean of solitude,
But just in my mind;
Overwhelming at times,
And relentless.
Hollow
When reality becomes bland.
Sleep,that vile temptress,
Threatens to be more interesting
Then the wakeful hours.
Hollow
That helpless feeling
That you're the only one.
Other people seem satisfied;
They all seem uncaring
Although it's the opposite.
Hollow:
A temptation
To hide behind a mask;
To keep them from knowing
Of the darkness inside.
Hollow,
Maybe it's not just me?
Perhaps everyone
Has a bit
of hollow
inside.
When I first saw her figure,
I started staring at her allure,
her simple laugh, her enticing eyes,
her irresistible delight, accidentally.
Simply these where enough modifying,
something solid, deep inside me,
after all this selfsame meaningless cycle.
I feel a need introducing myself;
I started interfering, she was responding;
how gentle, how loner, how tender
were my first glorious alters.
Her thin lips smiling, her thunderous voice
her tantalizing eyes, her smiley face;
made me a funny person, just to make her laugh,
and draw her lovely simple smile again,
so I benefit bat of an eye staring
to her in an unrealizable behavior.
Later I realised... That's weird;
more and more attracted I became!
she directly became my safe harbor
witch happened with no one before!
Those weird feelings and changes,
those took place unconsciously deep,
so deep interiorly ;got defined finaly,
in one meaningful word...
but still unsure if it's from both sides
time is my only find out
scared nervous, afraid for loosing
my only rare precious diamond.
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