Sometimes, I'm sitting, and I feel
Really empty and hollow,
Like I'm missing something really important.
Like there was a song I heard once
Or a poem I read
Or something I wrote that I lost.
Like it'll never be enough because there will always be something
That I missed
Or forgot about
And sometimes I think
It's just
You.
Monday, January 30, 2012
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