Gardens


Grownups always say
They found their other half
The missing piece to their puzzle
You complete me

I was seven when she told me
You better find a good man to take care of you
Don’t end up alone like your mother.
Who will complete me

Meeting you I knew
I wasn’t your other half
Your garden was full and plenty
While I waited my whole life for someone to fill mine

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