The Half Heart
Every morning I wanna wake to your face.
Empty are the walls.
Bare is my soul for without you this is
just a place.
Head apon pillow deep in slumber without a care.
I curse shadows and lose
myself in the sent of her hair.
I miss you befor you even leave.
The foolish try.
Emotions are not hidden well
apon the sleave.
She saw the man befor the ghost.
The ship sits out off shore.
As the pain does linger just off
the coast.
In hand brings more comfort than
in heart.
You felt all.
So without warning you did depart.
Every morning just befor light chases
night away.
I sit and curse the reason I could no longer
stay.
Empty as the lost who's life
sit's in a cart.
To exist is a struggle when your
forever missing
the other half of your heart.
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