Half of a whole
How does it feel to be half of a whole,
When the other half is far away?
Past a veil that you can’t cross
where you can see them no more.
Except for when you look in the mirror
and see their face, instead of your own
That face that was oh so similar
And always confused with yours.
How do you deal, when
in your heart you begin to understand
Some wounds will never heal,
And will remain a gaping hole forever?
Some things time cannot touch,
But they say the pain will fade
And you see the memories inside your head.
It’s the only thing that you have left.
How does it feel to be half of a whole,
And know, deep inside;
That you’ll never be whole again?
Jag älskar ♥
Mathilda ♥
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Postat av: Esmeralda
Hur är blev det med alla Indien bilder? :) Tog dom slut eller har du kanske några fler att ladda upp, haha? :D
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