In My Hand
As my presence fades, I feel a painful longing,
A longing to stay, to learn more about you,
With you, I feel a sense of belonging,
A sense that I can learn more about the heart, and if it’s true.
In place of a heart, a hole lies within my chest,
A testament to how empty I truly am, a darkness that swallowed me whole,
Though I think it’s time I confessed,
that I believe you are the being that can fill this hollow hole.
Despite our allegiances, the time we shared wasn’t that of antagonism,
It was one of education, an opportunity to see where we would stand,
I’m not one for attachment or romanticism,
but I realized that is was your heart that was in my hand.
As my presence fades, I feel a painful longing,
A longing to stay, to learn more about you,
With you, I feel a sense of belonging,
A sense that I can learn more about the heart, and if it’s true.
In place of a heart, a hole lies within my chest,
A testament to how empty I truly am, a darkness that swallowed me whole,
Though I think it’s time I confessed,
that I believe you are the being that can fill this hollow hole.
Despite our allegiances, the time we shared wasn’t that of antagonism,
It was one of education, an opportunity to see where we would stand,
I’m not one for attachment or romanticism,
but I realized that is was your heart that was in my hand.