distracted by the mundane.
Spending the hours
surviving this
emptiness
lurking inside of me.
I tried to settle
into what they call
a regular life;
a nine to five job
and a regular paycheck
at the end of each month.
It was enough -
I told myself.
To fill this hollow pit.
But in these unguarded moments,
my soul screams out
a song -
a silent one
that cannot be heard.
But can certainly be felt
by someone out there.
You let me into a conversation
A conversation only we could make
You're breaking into my imagination
Whatever's in there is yours to take
I was told I'd feel
Nothing the first time
You were slow to heal
But this could be the night
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