Deep, dark, lonely blue eyes,
Casting her vision
Into the distance—beyond
The sight and senses.
What are you thinking of?
Who could make you so sad?
Sitting there, alone,
On a small round table
With one empty chair.
What’s that you’re sipping,
Is it meant to heal the hurt?
Your beauty intimidates,
Would take courage to approach.
There’s so much love
I could give you, but,
I sit at my own round table
With its own empty chair.
And, I do drink to forget and
Ease the pain.
I am trying to heal myself.
Wish I didn’t have
My own troubles, then,
I could go and take care
Of yours.
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC
Deep, dark, lonely blue eyes,
Casting her vision
Into the distance—beyond
The sight and senses.
What are you thinking of?
Who could make you so sad?
Sitting there, alone,
On a small round table
With one empty chair.
What’s that you’re sipping,
Is it meant to heal the hurt?
Your beauty intimidates,
Would take courage to approach.
There’s so much love
I could give you, but,
I sit at my own round table
With its own empty chair.
And, I do drink to forget and
Ease the pain.
I am trying to heal myself.
Wish I didn’t have
My own troubles, then,
I could go and take care
Of yours.
Black Swan © 2004
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