these emotions,
they don't run deep.
as pointless as rain falling in the sahara,
never enough to penetrate the mass of barren surface.
like puddles scattered on pavement,
never to be absorbed through the thick stone.
these emotions,
they're not connected.
as pointless as trying to tie down a cloud,
never enough substance to catch the thing you desire.
like a lost grip on a helium balloon,
never to find its way back to the ground.
these emotions,
they're hollow.
drilling holes that remain empty.
these emotions,
they are shallow.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
these emotions,
they don't run deep.
as pointless as rain falling in the sahara,
never enough to penetrate the mass of barren surface.
like puddles scattered on pavement,
never to be absorbed through the thick stone.
these emotions,
they're not connected.
as pointless as trying to tie down a cloud,
never enough substance to catch the thing you desire.
like a lost grip on a helium balloon,
never to find its way back to the ground.
these emotions,
they're hollow.
drilling holes that remain empty.
these emotions,
they are shallow.
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