The Other Half Of My Broken Heart - Poem by John DeBona
I hear your whisper, I look but you're not here.
I call your name, voice breaking with each tear
Your shadow passes but I cannot touch
My heart burns, I love you so much.
I miss each moment that I miss
You're growing up, so think of this
I will be here when we're apart
You're the other half of my broken heart
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