Half a cup full of broken expectations
Half baked dreams
Half a minute of shock
Half an hour of intense rewind
Half a day to reconstruct my life- this life
Half a moment of nostalgia
Before half a thought butts in
The future in half-
Half a heartbeat then it breaks by half
Half a replay, nothing makes sense
Half a phone call
Cut after half a second.
Halfway through my speech
Not even half a love
Hot ball of pain wedged halfway down my throat
As tears blot half my face
Half rhetoric thoughts and dialogue
Half planned, half random
Half to the end- half to life,
My life, our life this life
Half of it sinks in, half wakes up
Renews its resolves, raises beyond the halves
The other half ? I know not
Sherae
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