When you have lost
A part of you
In the heart of another?
When you put together
All the pieces but one
Or two are always lost?
When you go to write joy
But all that is left is sorrow?
The songs that once meant
How greatful you felt
For finding each other again
Are now painful reminders
Of a parting of ways.
The colors that were vivid,
Have lost their hue.
There is no thing like a happy day
The best we get
Are just not as bad
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