Empty
I can't make myself feel,
My heart now covered in steel,
Needs to see you to even get a flutter.
When your near its like opening a shutter,
For I feel something besides cold.
That is getting really old.
At least when your there I'm not empty,
To bad what fills my soul is contempt,
And sadness for lost memories.
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