Empty, Open Ending
6 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Vincent van Zandvoort
EmptyHer sorrow,her words,both became my own.In silence, I slowly suffocateas I sit home all alone.The weary mirror looks like dyingand says I'm human waste.Wandering down the same old lane,it's time to cease to sell.With an arm around my old friend,...