Empty room, empty room
How am I gonna fill U?
How am I gonna fill this empty room?

Love is strong, however long
We should’ve been 4ever
How am I ever gonna fill this empty room?

Found a strand of your hair
By the bathroom window
How am I ever gonna get U off my mind?

In my bed, in my head
Every word U’ve spoken
Now how am I gonna fill this empty room?

Lonely hearts, worlds apart
Why should they be broken?
When we could be somewhere makin’ love

Love is strong, however long
We should’ve been 4ever
Baby, why did U leave me all alone?
Why’d U do it?

Barren walls, tears fall
What’s the use in cryin’?
I gotta find a way, find a way 2 fill this empty room

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7 thoughts on “Empty Room

  1. Shaun Thompson says:

    Okay! This has instantly got me reading and re-reading. Isolating the single letters and numbers: Looking for an additional element. Then upon even more readings I’m hearing chord changes and abruptly ended notes, as when guitar strings are dampened with the hand. Staccato percussion…no, not percussion: Rapid notes, almost flamenco in style but again abruptly stopped and new ones begun before the previous notes have even been fully processed. This is a very dynamic few words that have me, probably for the first time, unintentionally combining senses. Words have rhythm, of course: but I’ve NEVER HEARD MUSIC whilst reading anything. I believe you have a fondness for music that I imagine doesn’t end at listening. Are these words something you have, or might consider associating with music? I don’t mean to infer they’re lacking in anyway, please don’t think that for a moment: If anything it’s as if the words are conveying the promise(need) of synaesthesia. In isolation these words have an energy. I just cant help but feel this energy needs and deserves alternative expression. Thanks for posting it. I love the way it’s shot me off at a tangent. Damn it all: Now I’ll never get anything done tonight…he procrastinated. Kindly S http://www.shaunswriting.co.uk ________________________________

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  2. Shaun Thompson says:

    Okay! This has instantly got me reading and re-reading. Isolating the single letters and numbers: Looking for an additional element. Then upon even more readings I’m hearing chord changes and abruptly ended notes, as when guitar strings are dampened with the hand. Staccato percussion…no, not percussion: Rapid notes, almost flamenco in style but again abruptly stopped and new ones begun before the previous notes have even been fully processed. This is a very dynamic few words that have me, probably for the first time, unintentionally combining senses. Words have rhythm, of course: but I’ve NEVER HEARD MUSIC whilst reading anything. I believe you have a fondness for music that I imagine doesn’t end at listening. Are these words something you have, or might consider associating with music? I don’t mean to infer they’re lacking in anyway, please don’t think that for a moment: If anything it’s as if the words are conveying the promise(need) of synaesthesia. In isolation these words have an energy. I just cant help but feel this energy needs and deserves alternative expression. Thanks for posting it. I love the way it’s shot me off at a tangent. Damn it all: Now I’ll never get anything done tonight…he procrastinated. Kindly S http://www.shaunswriting.co.uk

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    • Above all else, he’s an inspiration to me artistically and personally in that he built a place you came to, rather than chase trends aside from an unfortunate dalliance with hip hop in the 90’s but we all make missteps. As a musician, he was light years ahead of a lot of his peers.

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