"I want to be awake and view a piece of her."
—max
i
She is one,
But she made
a half,
She needs to find it,
And complete the
broken shaft.
And who's her half?
It's her conscience
and such.
It answers
her wrongs,
So, mistakes don't
last long.
ii
She's comforted by
her half,
Sharing the pain
she has,
Her half is the one
she loved,
Even it's in
deep dark lurk.
iii
It only appears when
she's in sorrow,
The wiper of tears
whose very shallow,
It helps her prevent
her own furrow,
Who's been there
when she's in solo.
iv
Did you know
her half now?
It's her imaginary
amigo,
A pursuer to
forget her flaws,
Her living realization
from woes.
...
BINABASA MO ANG
Ignite The Unspoken
PoetryPUBLISHED under Chapters of Love Indie Publishing. - Half of A Hundred Poems She's voicing her thoughts through a pen, and expressing herself through this thing called poem. written by : Maxetispsych (former McCleoxx) Highest rank:1 (Photo Credits)
