Nothing Is Really There.
April 26th, 2013.

Sometimes I look up,
And see the stars above.
I then begin to wonder,
If they are filled with love,
And if they are,
Would it be full of glitter and dust?
Or would it be filled with nothing,
And tied together with lust?

I’m not sure how love works,
Or of its just a feeling,
But if its not an object,
Then how can it keep healing?
Healing every person,
From hatred an despair;
Healing all the loneliness,
When nothing is really there. -Michelle Ford.

Nothing Is Really There.
April 26th, 2013.

Sometimes I look up,
And see the stars above.
I then begin to wonder,
If they are filled with love,
And if they are,
Would it be full of glitter and dust?
Or would it be filled with nothing,
And tied together with lust?

I’m not sure how love works,
Or of its just a feeling,
But if its not an object,
Then how can it keep healing?
Healing every person,
From hatred an despair;
Healing all the loneliness,
When nothing is really there. -Michelle Ford.