I guess I can't find what I'm looking for
By staring into an empty hole I discovered.
No matter how much of my heart I pour into it,
It will never reciprocate a gentle caress,
Or a loving look that sees nothing else.
No matter how much attention I payed to my precious hole,
Someone came and filled it up.
Covering over and trapping that part of my heart.
Every time my eyes wander over that freshly churned dirt,
There is no respite from the pain
As that half of my heart throbs,
With longing I am not capable of understanding.
Why do I crave to surrender the rest of my heart,
Even though I know there are no take-backs.
Why can't I move on as you have?