Kite

My mind has been keeping me up at night

Imagining you,

Like a balloon or a kite

My Knuckles almost turning white

Trying not to loose you to the sky

Knowing that if I ever let you go

I would always wonder,

And never know,

What rules your heart

Who owns your soul.

I would always be half

And never be whole.

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