Empty
Just like the last grain of sand that flows into the bottom of an hour glass…empty is how you
have left my heart. Just like the last drop of coffee in the bottom of the coffee pot…empty is
how you have left my heart. Like gas gage of my car which flashes E for empty… empty is
how you have left my heart. Just like the last baby bird that left the nest…empty is how you
have left my heart. Just like the last loaf of bread on the grocery shelf… empty is how you
have left my heart. For just like the last Mohican that was left standing in the battle field
battered and beaten…Alone and mortally wounded is also my heart, on the day you left me
and drained the blood from my heart.
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