Sometimes I see myself as a missing piece
The other half is somewhere safe
Where flowers bloom and birds sing
Where one can smell heaven's scent
Adorned with myriad shades of vivid colors
I'm the other piece.
A piece of shattered glass
Lurking in the dark
Floating in the abyss
Content but not satisfied
I'm the other piece.
I'm the other piece that makes it whole
Despite tragedy
In spite hope
We live together
We dream together
We sing of sad and happy songs
We laugh and cry
To the sweetest and bitterest end
WE drift away.
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