Hollow Vessels

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When is it ever gonna be enough?

Why can’t nice ever receive real good?

When can fear protect instead of leading to hate?

Why does love always end

before it ever begins?

How much of ourselves do we have to give

before we can begin to receive?

 

Too many times have we been burned

and yet strangers look at us-

These hollow vessels

and call it beautiful?

 

We are but shells

All we do is take in emptiness

and pour out love that was never ours

We give and give and give

until I can’t give anymore.

We are hollow shells of armor

knocked over by the slightest unexpected wind.

 

When can we let our walls go down?

When can we stop being afraid?

How can we ever be ready

when all we feel is pain?

 

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