A Desire for Completion
I am unfinished, laying there cold, finish me off, make me whole. I am alone, in the world I roam, find me now, show me the way home. I am a puzzle with a missing piece, searching for the perfect shape to fill the hole, it's your heart, add it in and make me whole. You are the sculptor and my heart is the mold, shape it beautifully, make me whole. I am your other half, to have, love and hold, take me in and let me finish you, let me make you whole....
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