I find no peace
In trying to find
A piece in myself.
They say our partner is
Our other half.
I say my own happiness
Is what completes me,
And the people around me
Help me to my fullest.
But those same people,
They have the power to shred
Our hearts and souls.
They have the power to
Turn us into someone we don't know.
So call me a cynic
Call me a saint,
But I don't need anyone to complete me.
I am my own half,
My own sun,
And I am my
Own one.
YOU ARE READING
Eden
PoesíaLife changes, so will I. *** What I hope to achieve in poetry is betterness. In my writing, in myself, and in this work.
