what are you without

your tough skin?

a shell of a man,

there is nothing within.

 

certainly inside of me,

ever tried and true,

a little paper heart

that now belongs to you.

 

do you love or is it a lie?

this can be proof:

all i will ask of you

is for you to tell the truth.

 

is there anything inside of you?

can you feel this poetry?

all i know is pages

of it churn inside of me.

 

i don't know your troubled past,

of your inner torture.

i know what we feel

propels us to the future.

 

i can write better than you can feel,

i write that you love me.

and if you don't now,

i hope you'll one day see as i see.

 

are you the hollow man, nothing

inside of you. i will sing

you anything, a songbird,

if i could be your everything.