there's a reason

for that emptiness

the wandering heart 

can't find his roots

i guess we're all just searching

for that deeper meaning

or maybe higher ground

and if you wait i'd come home

i'd fold into your edges

and you would carve into me

open to breathe in a part of me.

i could show you love

but your vacancy

i could never colour.

i want to start it all with you

but I know you'd never stay.