a trust undeserved
all i longed for,
and my arms are still empty
hollow, they seem
and confused as to why
no matter what happens
my love cannot fly
to sprout wings like cupid
sure, that's my goal
a search for the other half
of my slightly damaged soul
not quite like new, am i
a couple of scuffmarks,
a scar or two, a bruise
from cruel remarks
whose soul matches mine?
or could it have once and changed
as the scars changed its shape,
its purpose rearranged
so tonight i will be content
just holding my pillow tight
and hoping that love of mine
will soon come into sight
What did you think?
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I like this look at love, and the wondering about 'the other half' of a soul, whether changes in one person change the other as well. Nive unobtrusive rhyme, good flow.
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