السبت، 9 سبتمبر 2017
A hole inside me
Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside me … an emptiness that, at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear you could hear the ocean.
And the moon tonight, there's a circle around it, a sign of trouble not far behind.
I have a dream of being whole, Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes when the wind is warm, or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lay down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen … I don't know.
Maybe I've had my happiness. I don't want to believe it ... but there's no man, Gilly, only the moon.