Here, here is where I find myself
in a strange place of desperation
wanting to feed on your integration
but we are apart
separated by the silence of knowing that we do not know
we do not know the answer
but why do i continue to ask you say
the reason for my delay
is that i want to say that i know why
but this i do not
a penny for every thought and a dollar for every lie
this is why
at this late hour my tears cause me to cry
cry out with the words that will not make it past my mind
in my memory i know this
in my voice i speak this
and so when you ask me why i feel so desperate
so much like left and abandoned
why cant i just get it together
my answer to you
does not fulfill the meaning of emptiness, that i now know, you cannot fill.
this is why.
Author: Self
Author: Self
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