Missing half

Find her again — my missing half,
To feel the unity inside my chest.
It won't be strange, I know the path —
I want to weave this love's bequest.

It's easier to live, you know,
When there is someone who waits and cares.
I wish that we could never let go,
But doubts are pulling me downstairs.

So many times I've had my share —
My living heart was crushed to dust.
Again and again, I'm left nowhere…
What future holds? In who to trust?

Ahead is just a sea of pain…
I don't want to test my fate.
Whatever falls on me again —
Will I find love before it's too late?

And real love is a rare design,
It's not a given, not a guarantee.
Sometimes the arrow hits the line,
Sometimes love shoots right past me.

So many times I've had my share!
My living heart was crushed to dust!
Again and again, I'm left nowhere!
What future holds? In who to trust?

Ahead is just a sea of pain!
I don't want to test my fate!
Whatever falls on me again —
Will I find love before it's too late?


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