I wish I could pour into you.
Pour in till you flow.
Pour in till I was empty, I thought.
But,
I am so empty,
that empty has a new definition
and it's not as easy as I thought it would be.
I look at you smiling once in a while
and I think to myself,
this is it.
This moment is the one
I want my life to pass in.
And in the next moment,
all of it is like a happy dream.
Your eyes look at me,
no, through me like I'm a transparent glass.
And I'm looking for meaning
in what aren't spoken words.
One moment,
your hand's grip almost makes me gasp.
The other,
you hold it like a stranger,
trying to help a blind woman cross a path.
Songs that have no meaning
whilst you sing along,
I hear you sing;
grazing on what little meaning I can find in them.
I look and look,
and I find nothing but empty shells of lost pearls,
waiting to be reinstalled.
How blind a head
and a soul I must be to not see,
all this while,
I wished I could pour into you.
Pour in till you flow.
Did pour in till I was empty.
And beyond.
Beautiful write!