ME: Pages

And the pages are dry

and are empty –

I have no tear left

to cry on,

I have no words backed up

to fill them,

I have no soul alive

to be sad.

There’s no sound left

to cry out with,

there’s no voice in

to sing away the blues,

there’s no heart in

to be broken.

There are only dreams,

which I left behind.

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