A Piece of Me

She had the tools to have me complete

now m a  half-complete piece of artistry

Separated at the hands of destiny

A piece of me lies away from me

She was the fruit of labour in a system of thoughts

Life has a way of proving me a victim of sorts

A heartbeat closer to the rhythm of god

A piece of me lies away from me

This world is half-truth, half imagination

She was a fantasy, probably a fascination

but what will you do with an incomplete anatomy?

when a piece of me lies away from me!

She was the medicine that would calm stress

The piece of furniture that would let me arm rest

So now its hard to lull me back to sleep

When a piece of me lies away from me

A stream of tear would rain down my nose

Devising a poetic devise inside my prose

But everything is just hard to please

When a piece of me lies away from me

I am a dust particle headed with no direction

A wrongful gust of air in need of correction

But how could I know the correct prescription?

When a piece of me lies away from me?

She was the one that would correct my path

The love that would have dissolved my past

But how can I resurrect a part of me?

When  a piece of me lies away from me?

Time, though imaginary colludes with fate

Sometimes the truth is too bitter to taste

So its hard not to blame things that came early

Can  it be true when a piece lies away from me?

She was the imagination that coloured my reality

The reality that constructed my imagination

She gave sense to the senseless part of me

but its hard to know the one, when a piece of me lies away from me!

She was the mirror that reflected my bad soul

The ever bright sun that put off my shadow

The heart that should have been a part of me

But she is a piece that still lies away from me

I Love you Reema!

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