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.
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