These arms of mine are empty.
There is no one for me told
them with.
No one for me to embrace and
to love.
These eyes of mine are dry.
There isn't a single tear left,
They've all fallen,
each one,
precious,
priceless,
all for her.
all for the one who left me,
with arms empty,
and eyes torn dry.

09/15/2004

Posted on 09/16/2004
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