My soul is a half, Part of a whole.
That goes around the sphere of the
world pointless and endless.
Searching its missing half.
For how long?
Who knows? Its wandering half
where no where to go, nowhere to be.
My eyes meet your brown ones that
swallow me whole.
Your eyes graze me the way your
hands won't.
Are you the one who holds the
missing half?
Have I found the missing part to
my life?
Your lips curve in a smile and
there's only you in the world.
My world is your world, my half your half
and my heart and
my soul will forever be yours.
-I. R.
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A Glimpse at Life in Poems
PoetryA thousand words are always swimming around in my head, and it's hard to sort them out. Here are a few times that I've managed to put them together.
