An empty room,
An ode to the person I see,
A reminder that I'm not,
Who I want to be.
A lonely stare at a distant sea,
Patiently waiting,
On some sort of key,
That will help me open
Not so awkwardly,
And let others see,
What is really me.

An empty room,
A somber tune,
I want to be happy soon.
Such as the light of a full moon,
Over a salty, clear, lagoon.
As lonely as the far planet Neptune.
A want to one day have a honeymoon,
As I sit in the empty room,
Every afternoon.

An empty room,
Waiting to be filled,
Just as the farm plot waits to be tilled.
I find myself as unfulfilled,
A soul that needs to rebuild.
Why must these feelings,
Be forever instilled?
Why do I always feel so unfulfilled?

An empty room,
That just wants to be filled.