Full of fill.
Filling the cup full of promises and commitments.
While you drink to your heart and minds contentment.
I sometimes take a sip.
To get a taste of what it's like to swoon over words and not actions.
I know the hazards of a slip, grasping too hard could pour out all I've worked on.
Instead of a constant drip that will come of nothing.
While the cup is full but empty at the same time.
It's still a nice fulfillment.
For your concern is about if it's full past the line.
Having something to think and dream about, is better than nothing inside your mind.
I understand it.
Finding myself to accept this.
But we know it's a lie.
While being content to a certain extent.
The life I live, and the reality it paints.
Shows me a better picture of something great.
With love and hate scrambled and spattered on a canvass.
Creates such a beautiful mix.