Half Of My Heart Is Missing

Memories fade,

like specs of sand in a desert wind.

One pile of slush,

gooey fragments of the lovely times.

The times where it

didn’t feel like I had

woken up in front

of a brick wall.

It’s like a rib

cut out from my chest.

A piece of my body


Half of my heart is missing.

Half of my soul is asleep.

My body is half-numb

half in a state between

alive and weak.

I want to wake up

from the ashen desert

from the dark landscape unknown

I want a hand to hold

A heart to keep

Another soul to guide me home.


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  1. Sammi

     /  August 30, 2012

    Very Cool..Keep$$$$$


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