| My Heart |
| Half empty or half full? You stare at the glass of liquid and Your watery reflection wide eyed, searching stares right back. The hardness of the glass, Cool to the touch, Yet inside the smooth liquid warmed by the sunlight runs over your lips, Is this right? Your mouth is dry, You drink some more, You start to cry, Are you sure? The waters trapped it can't escape Unless you set it free It's your choice. You drink it all, It's all inside, Hidden away from prying eyes, The cup is dry. |