Half empty, half full.
Half love, half hate.
Half lively, half dull.
Half here, half there.
Yet I hate to share.
Half free-will, half fate.
Half selfless, half selfish.
Half enemy, half soul mate.
Slowly we begin to dissipate.
Half clumsy, half clever.
Half bright, half dim.
All these words portray him.
Half empty, half full.
How can I be grateful;
when his heart’s not faithful?
My heart is half empty, half full.
What happened to the love that was once so plentiful?
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