Empty Cup

I’ve got so much love, for you darling, I’ll never let you go
You make me feel inside, what my outside hides…

I’m not a rapper, I’m not a singer
I can’t play a tune or paint a picture
Barely count to ten without the aid of fingers
I can’t build a table or change the oil
Cooking, let’s say I know how to boil
Mostly, everything turns to spoil
I’m afraid to speak with strangers
Meeting people, even neighbours
Held behind stone faced chambers
The fear in me is letting go, opening up
Allowing me to step outside this half empty cup
And drink the wine that is divine, your love


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