Empty......

Empty…..

Empty like pockets in ghettos.

But still my voided heart can’t let go.

Maybe if when it counted I let you know…

That it always was and can only be you mi amour.

That even your flaws I adore.

Or how for you my love is eternally thorough…

And how it continues to grow.

I wonder if it never was then would I still be…

Left wondering if it ever could be?

To be mine do I have to beg and plead?

If so darling just say the words and fulfill I will gladly that need.

I want an “us” but at this point I’d settle for a “you and me”.

Why can’t I label this feeling as infatuation or love?

Why does happiness fit so well with sadness like a cruel joke from above?

My deepest emotions I confess yet they seem to evaporate into thin air like steam.

I wish I could take a vacation from reality and escape into one of my dreams.

At least there I can have some kind of peace or control.

At least there I can have you as my queen for the whole kingdom to behold.

Whoever said its better to have loved and lost probably…

Never set sail on its rough seas.

Locked it away in a vault of fear and defenses and threw away the keys.

But I didn’t know you were a master of thieves.

Because even though you managed to steal it, my heart I want you to keep.

Lord please…

Give me relief!

Because I don’t know how much longer I can handle this grief!

Was a time when the thought of her brought a smile to my soul.

But now it’s the memories that I mourn and each time with each one I die inside a

hundred fold.

Guess we won’t need these one way tickets out of this lonely world.

At least not together.

For in my place there is another.

Just pray that surpass does his, than my love for her.

~Johnny~