Thousands of nothing
Halves of everything
The skies are worth nothing to the deep seeker
The one who wants more in life
To the simple minded,
The skies are everything
Everything they dreamed of
Hoped for, wanted
There's halves of everything
Everything that doesn't matter, of course
Half a brain
Half a smile
Half an emotion
Half a heart,
Because, really,
Where are we going with anything more than a half?
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
