There Is Nothing At All
Go; but if you go now I will forget you,
And Iíll tell the world you meant nothing,
You are nothing to me, you mean nothing to me.
Who you are is only a shadow of what you were,
What you want is only the remnants of your dreams,
And soon youíll find out, you are worth nothing,
You donít matter, you donít matter at all.
And where love once used to blossom,
Between us thereís only hatred,
You love nothing at all,
And you never loved me.
I offered you my heart, you looked the other way,
I held it in my hands and waited for you,
Waited until my hands held nothing;
Grasping at the air where it should have been,
I look for my heart yet there is nothing at all.
------- Author's Notes -------
For when we look for answers, and find nothing at all.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|LinzAy (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, September 7 2004, 05:33 pm|
Very very poetic. Love it.
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