Hollow surface
I might not be rhyming
It might not sound like a song
But if you don't feel a thing from reading
It means that something is wrong.
The last line of the first stanza is a hint
But some didn't bother reading through
What matters is found underneath
I guess you knew.
When you feel empty and you're kinda lost
When you feel like no one understands
Well, it's never always fine, no motivation, it's crossed.
Right now, I'm writing out of an empty heart
One devoid of thoughts on what to write.
That's why my poem has lost its rhythm
I have lost my writing...
It might not sound like a song
But if you don't feel a thing from reading
It means that something is wrong.
The last line of the first stanza is a hint
But some didn't bother reading through
What matters is found underneath
I guess you knew.
When you feel empty and you're kinda lost
When you feel like no one understands
Well, it's never always fine, no motivation, it's crossed.
Right now, I'm writing out of an empty heart
One devoid of thoughts on what to write.
That's why my poem has lost its rhythm
I have lost my writing...