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Pour me a cup of that
The thing that’s made you the way you are
See I want to be that way
The way you are
And you know how
Pour me a cup of yourself
Give me a part of you
I’m empty as hell
And you have more than enough to spare
So pour me a cup of something
Anything
I’m empty as hell.
It occurred to me that one can put "as hell" onto just about anything. Interesting poem and welcome. I guess emptiness is somewhat based on a comparison to those who happen to be around and seem more full.
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that desperate search to belong, to be "filled". either because you were always empty or because something drained you... connect with this one on many levels. great job!
Good one!
I like it.
I really enjoyed this. Look forward to reading more from you.