The rain is falling,
The music is playing,
People sometimes say they feel empty,
Hav you ever heard anyone say that they made themselves empty, today I'll make it go away,
So there she sat making herslf empty,
Emptying herself,
She sat there thinking what song would help her acheive, well, emptiness,
So now there she sits,
Empty.
Just how she wanted to be.
YOU ARE READING
The world's a little blurry
PoetryFrom the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate -Socrates