Apr 2012
My place here
Is not adequately filled
Like the half empty vase that is my life
The children singing outside my window
Seem less than content
With the bone white clouds
That loom overhead
Everyone who tries to ignore them
And the splintering laughter
Is music to my ears
Is not adequately filled
Like the half empty vase that is my life
The children singing outside my window
Seem less than content
With the bone white clouds
That loom overhead
Everyone who tries to ignore them
And the splintering laughter
Is music to my ears
i tried to make the lines interchangeable so you can phrase the lines two different ways... if that make sense? It probably doesn't. Haha pessimists will see it one way and optimists will see it the other
