I feel empty inside
like empty pages
of a book, withered
a leaf flying
a petal falling
a raindrop tickling
a feather picking
lots was untold
lots was unsaid
lots was unspoken
in the empty space
I died…
I feel empty inside
like empty pages
of a book, withered
a leaf flying
a petal falling
a raindrop tickling
a feather picking
lots was untold
lots was unsaid
lots was unspoken
in the empty space
I died…