Vacancy
January 19, 2016
Sometimes this thing, this organ, all it wants is to be heard. This longing. "Why?" It asks, "Why? Why can't I have what they have? What do they have that I don't?"
Sometimes this thing, this organ, it demands to be heard. There's a battle going on in there. An ongoing battle. One part of it is singing out words of encouragement, to hang in there. You've been through this before, what makes you think you can't hang in there a little bit more? What's a couple more weeks -months, years- of this?
Another part though, the weaker part, is huffing about, throwing silent tantrums. Wondering if it ever will be worthy. It has all this love to give away, but nothing, no where, no one to give it to. It can't help but wonder sometimes, if it ever will be worthy.
Someone is bound to come knocking, right?
I mean it can't be vacant forever, right?
Sometimes this thing, this organ, all it wants is to be heard.
Question is, will it ever be?
I mean it can't be vacant forever, right?
Sometimes this thing, this organ, all it wants is to be heard.
Question is, will it ever be?
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