• 4dothiraeth 5w

    Sometimes I just feel empty,
    Though there are feelings plenty.
    A feeling which says that there's nothing inside,
    My heart does not belong to where it reside.

    Maybe a piece of me has been taken,
    Maybe a piece of me has been broken.
    Trying to fill the patch,
    Nothing suits, nothing matched.

    A ray of light can be seen from far,
    To reach there, do I have to fight a war?

    Maybe I'll just need some time to heal,
    Maybe I need someone who'll appeal.
    Maybe all this is in my head,
    Maybe this feeling will too shed.

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    ©4dothiraeth