Without substance, without form.
In my mind words echo,
In my heart there is a storm.
Some things I cannot change,
This is all that I can be,
Can you not take me as I am?
I love you, don't you see?
You say there will be someone else,
Who'll treat me better than you do.
But what I need is you my love,
That much I know is true.
You could make me happy,
All you have to do is try,
But you won't make the effort,
You won't even tell me why.
I feel empty and alone,
Without substance, without form.
Alas my heart was broken,
But it was you and not the storm.
Copyright 1979-2004 - Susan Elizabeth Mennecke