she came and looking for me <br />she searched inside, she turned she touched <br />she did everything to be pleased <br />she asked, she creamed and she yelled <br />she cried, accusing to be released <br />the string attached the two with trauma <br />the need to be safe, secured <br />but it was empty, my heart was empty <br />It was cold, too cold <br />turning against the belief <br />so the doubt, the grief scratched the look of her eyes <br />and pain covered <br />how could you hold on to emptiness <br />falling inside nowhere wouldn't bring you to anywhere <br />my heart was empty <br />It was cold, too cold <br />the string attached the two with trauma <br />just keep on searching<br /><br />Beo Nguyen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emptiness-8/
