Forever Half Of One Poem by George French

Two pieces...

...that used to be one.

Pierced through the middle,

Like the bullets from a gun.

It's fragile.

Yet strong.

The thoughts about my future....

Wrong.

Can you keep your head above water?

Mine wants to sink down.

With cinder block shoes,

My will had drowned.

It bathed in its own thoughts,

Never left its own zone.

Knew everything it wanted.

But now it's mind blown.

Not sure how to take it.

Or how it's perceived.

But life goes on,

And the heart will be deceived.

True as the words from my mouth,

The same ones from my heart.

You could break them down together.

Yet never tell them apart.

Because they are two in one,

As many things used to be.

Things can be easily broken...

And I hope only you can see.

That if it's is easily broken,

It can be easily fixed.

And what you think is,

I'll be easily missed.