hollow.
i fall low upon this cloud
in a sunlit, starless sky
grey with all the normalcy
that is the drudgery of another day
drenched in the weight of your voice upon my conscience,
and i begin to wonder
if this proximity isn't too close;
throwing all the lonliness
off balance
like i always wanted it to be anyway,
but i'm longing to leave.
and cry for the distance between
what used to be and now.
i believe tonight would be a fine night
for a heart-(bre)ache.

yo quiero algo de su corazon completo,
algo para llenar lo que está perdido en el mío.