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Half a heart
What is it with my heart that holds itself back
no matter how hard I tired
Refusing to live with half a heart
Refusing a companion who is
in love only with the self
Nasty and sour like vinegar
Dark and bitter like a grave
What use is the blessings
When it is not shared
What use are the stars, moon and the sun
When they don’t give off light.
Oh so true. Beauty is
Oh so true. Beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder. Love this wonderful poem. God bless you.
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Refusing Half A Heart
Okay, you have my consent to BLOW ME AWAY! -:D Great penning ~Allets~