With everything in it’s place
I happened upon an empty space
And tried to fill it with you
But a fool is too small
to fill the hole at all
So I added a lover or two
Nothing was working
The abutments weren’t hurting
But the relationships became goo
So it’s vacant again
Perhaps the void is my friend
And emptiness is the only truth.
Soulless Bard
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 