Incomplet

Incomplet..
As a halfway done hair do
A song composed with a missing refrain
Or a nest that welcomes chills
So cold,so deserted,so lonely
That is me,if we are east and west.
A thoroughly horrid dream
Dry lifeless a form,
As a desert void of an oasis
A heart rejected by Cupid's bitter sweet arrow,
Tragic as a wedding where they refuse the oath,
That is me if the curtain falls.
Then a haunted hut,
A dry river,
Or a sunny day turning foggy,
An experience so alien to a heart used to warmth,
And the awesome holistic touch
from the Cupidls arrow.

Tug of War

Pull and push
sliding and grinding
falling and rising
pulling and tugging
sweaty sinews strained
such is life