lost thoughts in an empty room...
By Jane
I listened
Just like you said
I held my ear to you
But all I could hear was the wind
And I realized that you’re nothing...
Nothing but an empty shell
And now all I am
Is where you are…
I’m the hollowed ground
That holds you in your sleep
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© 2007 Jane
Published on Tuesday, March 6, 2007.
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