Half my heart
inside this book
The twists and turns
had me shook
The other half
drowned in sorrow
or gleaming with joy
however it was
she callously took;
Broken it's been
since time felt
where was I
before my world melt;
Now I see
inside the broken dream
through my glass of perceptions
clearer it is now
by being broken it seems;
Trust again, will I not
no light of hope
not a single beam
clearer as my thoughts are now
as broken my heart it seems.
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