empty
‘cos you’re so far away
full
when I hear your voice every day
empty
‘cos you’re not by my side
full
of admiration and pride
empty
in this cavernous bed
full
of fantasies in my head
empty
‘cos I’m here all alone
full
of male testosterone
empty
now and lost at sea
full
of amazement that you’d want me
'empty/full' is terrific! Sometimes I have empty/empty...full/full moments...then those dry spells that need dusting. I like your poem. L
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this is a cool poem, Dave! Seems as if your glass is at least half full! -chuck