Kicking and screaming,
Biting and scratching,
I won't let them take me.
I won't give up.
I can't.
I'll keep searching,
Keep believing that he's okay,
Until we're reunited.
Whether it's in heaven, or on Earth,
I know we'll be together again.
I know because he's half of me,
The better half.
If he were to die, it would tear me in two,
Leaving me incomplete.
Half full, half empty.. either way, a half is missing.
It's either you're the hunted, or you're the hunter,
There isn't a shade of gray,
All I can do is hope, pray,
That one day it will all be over.
That one day we'll all be okay.
Author notes
I wrote this for an assignment in French class, and I originally published this on Storywrite.
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