Saturday, March 2, 2019

Empty Bottles

Empty bottles
Scattered, forlorn
Hope unyielding
Second guessing
Girl I only 
Want what I'm owed
Damn this street and
What it takes from
Me, damn tired
I wish to be
Free like the wind
Like a whisper
Longing, wanting
Let me dream and
Be what I need
All your hatred
If we could talk
Someday, maybe
We might somehow
See what we are
Missing, you and
Me like two hearts
Hoping that we
Together, meant
To be as one
Forever and
Ever you see
Our truth undone
Our halves become
So completely
What we believe
Is life unfreed

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