I have become a hollow man,
Cracked porcelain,
Empty inside,
With no signs of smiles,
Since my best friend became obscured,
Through my own foolish artifice,

Without your voice,
My mind has nothing to chew on,
Without your saintly cuddles,
The world is a frightful place,
Without your rainbow hair and honest smile,
My eyes simply cannot light up,

I am an empty vase,
Fractured with its contents leaked,
Only my best friend has the glue,
And the deft touch,
To put me back together,
And fill me up once again.

Comments
  1. Navin says:

    Wow….”I am an empty vase,
    Fractured with its contents leaked”….loving this poem

  2. Tash says:

    Loves you, silly x

  3. Seeker says:

    Comfortable Dependence πŸ™‚πŸ™πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»

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