Empty

An empty glass on
An empty table
An empty chair
where he sits in
An empty room
Full of people.

An empty heart
An empty head
Just to be loved
They talk over him,
But never to him
Always alone

Forever wanting,
Nothing more,
Than just to be
Loved by anyone,
Or anything
An empty existence

Sick of Emptiness
He looks for love
Turns to a book
And he skims
a line jumps out
He hopes

For He so
loved the world,
Flips the page,
This is how we know
what love is
He died for us.

Eyes begin
To swell and
He realizes, that
he has always been
loved he was
never empty.

An empty heart
It once was
But never more.
He has found
A love that
Never leaves

An empty glass on
An empty table in
An empty room sits
The once empty chair
In that empty room
Full of love