WHOLE
by VelvetPie
A piece of metal is not a sword
Until it’s sharpened good,
And a pencil until given lead
Is but a stick of wood.
This little, stupid, silly poem
Though crude, it has its goal,
To say there’s only half of me
Until you make me whole.
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