Ironic
How you seem so empty
But are so brimming full
You spill over
On to me
Into my lap
Flooding my insides
Destiny
If it exists
You are it
A fate to behold
A day worthy of living
Just try to make
Your way past me
When you’ve filled my body
With your fate
And a sense of life
That cannot be diminished
Even with the love you cannot keep
And the girl left unfinished
JBW
A Dead Language 