i really think like this sometimes

i want to write something but have nothing to say
i want to love someone but have no one to hold
the night can be so dark, cold and lonely
and the big empty in my heart,
in my head
at my side
cries out for something more

God, aren’t You suppose to fill these holes?
am i looking for a surrogate for what you give?
my life can be so dark, cold and lonely
and this desire of my heart
this carnal thought
this yearning flesh
cries out for something more

i weep in my pillow for the loss
tears shed for what I have never had
the empty spaces are so dark, cold and lonely
what will become of my heart
this mind of deceit
this body of death
that cries out for something more?

i want to write something but have nothing to say
i want to love someone but have no one to hold

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