Because, she is everything. 

She is all the things I am not

And all the things I wish I could be

Everywhere she is full

Is a place I feel so empty. 


It's a hard feeling to describe

When you look at your other half

You see the things you could be

You hear yourself in her laugh


It's a fine line between love and jealousy

When she's all you could ever need

But part of you stops to wonder

If that was who you were meant to be.

















This poem is about: 
My family


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