Am I Half Full, Or Half Empty?

This is something I wrote while contemplating my life, and my curiosity of what may happen with another person.

It's dark right? 

You know, when eyes are closed.

What would it be like to see bright colors producing feelings of happiness when you go to sleep at night.

Not letting the dark get in.

Or maybe it is the opposite. 

Can happiness be found within the darkness?

Can hearts sing sweet dark symphonies when the instruments cannot be seen to be played?

If I could slide my hand inside your chest, could I whisper sweet nothings to your heart in a way that the brain cannot hear?

Could I transfer my feelings through my fingertips?

Would a heart even be able to understand a soul that is empty.

Would it even care to lend an ear.

If I could be in front of you right now, at this moment, could my eyes peer deep into your soul and find the darkness in the light.

You say our eyes connect, right?

What can be seen even deeper than just the connection?

Fill me,

Fill me to the brim.

Allow me to feel something and be truthful when I am asked how I am.

I want to be good.

More, I long for genuine love.

A love that only comes once in a lifetime and one that will never leave.

Can I be shown this?

Am I even deserving of this?

Up to this point, I've only been lost in a fantasy. 

I still am, but this fantasy will never become reality. 

Back to the emptiness, I wonder if I am even capable of love.

I wonder what it feels like.

I have heard that it is something great.

Reviews

[soliloquy]

This is very sweet and a little heartbreaking too. Nice poetry girl!

[NymphetamineDame]

Yeah, it is a bit sad.

[soliloquy]

The pic above is great!

[Rob Santana]

This a very interesting piece. Such a unique original write. I have so many favorite lines from this poem. Well written.

[NymphetamineDame]

Thank you mister. It means a lot to get positive feedback.