Half a Heart
They met on a blue hill,
held hands past d mill,
drunk in love.
intoxicated, he smiles at d sky,
the guy with half a heart.
waking in the misty morning
outside the window was no sun
his love was no more,
no where to be found,
the only lily in his garden.
trekked to the moon,
swept the desert,
seeking his heartbeat.
she made his puzzles complete
his otherself, other life.
emotionally handicap,
he remains a guy with a half heart.
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