i’d love to have your heart in return for the one i’ve already given to you: my own.
i used to think you were the one.
the one that would make me happy forever.
but it seems you were only in it for the best half.
half. half life. half time. half a world. if you left, i’d have half a world. i’d miss you so much. I don’t even think you realize how much you mean to me. its amazing how you never mattered and then you walked in and I just can’t imagine my life without you and it scares me. so much. don’t leave me.
amber mulholland
It just takes half of all that we’re capable of to accomplish twice what we can right now. All we have to do is believe and execute. So much of us gets lost in the drains and the gutters that what remains isn’t enough!
Take our heads out of the daily grind and put them to work in the empowerment of our minds. Anticipate the leaps and jumps that we can make as beings and go and deliver.
The one before split my heart in half; I sewed it back up again and just closed my heart to anyone and everyone. I was not going to let anyone do that to me again. But then he came; he opened my blind eyes up. Slowly string by string he unlaced the thread that I used to seal my heart shut. I felt him getting closer and closer to finding his way in. At first it was painful, then terrifying, and then it became exhilarating. He found his way through all of the barriers and scars. Once he got in, he slowly sewed my heart back together piece by piece, and in the process I taught him what love really was about.
she was only participating half way. it bothered me. marra, “you have to put your soul into the the steps,” I say, “Every motion has to come from somewhere deeper.”
Half a dozen eggs. Two in the morning. Three pies that needed baking. Oh the pressures of the bakery. The struggle. Worth it? I think yes. Though not always. God I need eggs!
It was as though he had reached half-time. What did that mean? Was this is exciting as it was going to get? The cheerleaders out celebrating, the band doing their routine? Or would the excitement only increase, the game getting more intense? Would there be YES! and awww moments? Would things go into overtime? There was no telling, perhaps this wasn’t even half-time. Perhaps this wasn’t even a game.
half of your heart. That’s all i ask for. Sometimes I feel like you gave me part of it…but over time all you have done is take it back, piece by piece. Give me half of it back. If i never see you again, at least I’ll have that.
shannon
I’ve tried to let you have everything, but I can only give you parts. Hopefully, the parts will form something someday. And I can be a half. And you’ll put together your parts and pieces. And you’ll be a half. Like me. And we can be together. We can be together in a whole.
Whitney
half a cup of water, i wish i had one half. its a deep word very deep. i like it. very nice. and half. not full, half. peacefull.
samantha swinarski
Half of my life im conflicted, the other half i am confused… how can i possibly figure out which halves to put together to make a whole… But… if each half makes a whole… i hope one day… my whole life… i will be happy….
Kasidy Scott
There once was a glass half full of sorrow, the other half empty of anything but remorse. Though, on the despair, there lie a single flower petal, as blue as the sky above; the hope within the disheartening truth.
Violet
Half a minute later, half his glass was empty, the warm beer dribbling out of the corner of his mouth and creating a thick stain on his white shirt. He stared at the fuzzy screen – where Alex Trebek was chastising a contestant for an incorrect answer for a geography question – but didn’t make a sound.
I tried to look at him head-on, but I just couldn’t. His eyes wept too much. And I didn’t want to add to the crying.
Belinda Roddie
The moon was half full tonight. Lonliness crept into the young boy’s heart. The party was happening. The girls were talking to the boys in the half-moon light at Nick’s house. Where he wasn’t. He was home. Fully home. Half of him wanted to go. Half of him wanted to stay.
Gary
You broke half my heart, that day you left. When you slammed the door and drove away, I heard it fall out of my chest a and hit the ground. I didn’t know how to put it back together, or who would be kind enough to fix it. So it’s still there. I keep telling myself I need to do something, but what can I do? I, a person missing half their heart…
I sliced the grapefruit in half with my pink pocket knife. A small jet of citrus juice sprayed out, hitting me in the eye. “Aaahh,” I exclaimed, turning away. “Why does this always happen?” “I dunno,” my friend replied, “But this is like the 14th grapefruit you’ve eaten in a row, it’s starting to get a little weird…”
The half-and-half was bland today. More so than any other week before. Ingrid knew in this moment that she had to change her major. She had to give up writing. She was going to pursue chemistry after all. Screw the money her dad was offering her. Screw it all..
Gary
idk!is half the only word that they put on this dumb websiite?????? Wow thats dumb!who ever visits this website?get a life!
jane
The half man walked into the forest, he tried not to seem scared, he tried to hide every bit of emotion he was feeling as to not to scare the little girl beside him.
It was dark and cold. There was something deeply mysterious about it. Unreal.
“There’s no magic” He kept telling himself.
But somehow it seemed there was…
Daniela
glass
partly
cookie
egg
panda
people
hair
poop
toilet
water
milk
anna
half of 1.part of something.half pie or pizza.1/2. .5 1 paret of 2 pa
jane
I love being married to a man who views the glass as half full, especially since I tended to look at it as half empty. He knows everything will turn out okay, and so far he’s been right.
half a jug of milk. cool milk. fresh milk. spilt milk… no tears over spilt milk. just milk, actually half a jug of milk.
stan
two halves of a whole?
love is infinite to anyone who shuts their eyes
and holds tight onto nothing
and as she keeps pulling, on what she thought
was always going to be hers
the string snapped
the balloon floated away
a tiny speck on the horizon
nothing.
Half empty right now. Super lonely and depressed mom of two who just moved across the county for the army.
acon
Someone once said “I don’t know if the glass is half full or half empty, but I’m gonna drink it through this crazy straw!” I think that’s my favorite view on life so far, and that’s saying a lot.
I looked at the sunset, and I thought about my life for a second: the ways it has changes, the thing I can’t ever bring myself to say, and the feelings I’ll never admit. It all seems so easy inside my head.
I don’t know about half. I don’t know what to write. I know that this song is fantastic, that Polaris is the north star, and that the sky is blue because the red rays get trapped, but I don’t know half. I guess that’s good enough.
rachel
The glass is half full, but is it really? I don’t know…its not for me to decide…What is it God? Do you want it to be? I reconsider..I’ll have faith, because I love you, you are my everything <3
babydoll22
guaro
hola
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daniel
half of what i am always seems to be you. No matter what I may do to try and detach myself from you, it seems as though small little reminiscent parts of you will always be present…in my eyes…..in my smile….in my skin. You’re everywhere, and I wish I could rid myself of you.
Lauren Flores-Walton
Half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time. Half of my heart’s got the right mind to tell you that I can’t keep loving you, with half of my heart.
There he goes. Half way out the door again. Half way gone. Half way here. Half way always. He never leaves, never lets me just fall, he stays. But sometimes that is worse than if he would just leave me to deal with my own pieces. Now I’m wondering, constantly wondering, whether he will leave or not. I can live with all but the uncertainty he leaves me at now.
I think about all of the things I only give half of what I could to: school, work, Jesus, friends, family, and my ambitions. I’ve decided that maybe it’s time for a change. I wonder how much of a difference I can make if I’ll increase my half to my all? I’ll give it a try and see how it works out for me.
Half a century ago he world was living the 60s. A moment in time were free living and expression was rising. The use of drugs, music, sex and more ignited human emotions to a level that will never be forgot.
Gilberto
Not all
Cut down the middle
less that one
not enough
semi circle
Lindsey Adams
“If you want this job half as much as you claim, you will do exactly as I instruct you. Do you understand?”
After a brief pause to collect himself, Jeff answered. “Good thing it’s right at half as much as I claim, or I’d be out of luck, then. What are my instructions?”
i’d love to have your heart in return for the one i’ve already given to you: my own.
i used to think you were the one.
the one that would make me happy forever.
but it seems you were only in it for the best half.
half. half life. half time. half a world. if you left, i’d have half a world. i’d miss you so much. I don’t even think you realize how much you mean to me. its amazing how you never mattered and then you walked in and I just can’t imagine my life without you and it scares me. so much. don’t leave me.
It just takes half of all that we’re capable of to accomplish twice what we can right now. All we have to do is believe and execute. So much of us gets lost in the drains and the gutters that what remains isn’t enough!
Take our heads out of the daily grind and put them to work in the empowerment of our minds. Anticipate the leaps and jumps that we can make as beings and go and deliver.
The one before split my heart in half; I sewed it back up again and just closed my heart to anyone and everyone. I was not going to let anyone do that to me again. But then he came; he opened my blind eyes up. Slowly string by string he unlaced the thread that I used to seal my heart shut. I felt him getting closer and closer to finding his way in. At first it was painful, then terrifying, and then it became exhilarating. He found his way through all of the barriers and scars. Once he got in, he slowly sewed my heart back together piece by piece, and in the process I taught him what love really was about.
she was only participating half way. it bothered me. marra, “you have to put your soul into the the steps,” I say, “Every motion has to come from somewhere deeper.”
Half a dozen eggs. Two in the morning. Three pies that needed baking. Oh the pressures of the bakery. The struggle. Worth it? I think yes. Though not always. God I need eggs!
It was as though he had reached half-time. What did that mean? Was this is exciting as it was going to get? The cheerleaders out celebrating, the band doing their routine? Or would the excitement only increase, the game getting more intense? Would there be YES! and awww moments? Would things go into overtime? There was no telling, perhaps this wasn’t even half-time. Perhaps this wasn’t even a game.
half of your heart. That’s all i ask for. Sometimes I feel like you gave me part of it…but over time all you have done is take it back, piece by piece. Give me half of it back. If i never see you again, at least I’ll have that.
I’ve tried to let you have everything, but I can only give you parts. Hopefully, the parts will form something someday. And I can be a half. And you’ll put together your parts and pieces. And you’ll be a half. Like me. And we can be together. We can be together in a whole.
half a cup of water, i wish i had one half. its a deep word very deep. i like it. very nice. and half. not full, half. peacefull.
Half of my life im conflicted, the other half i am confused… how can i possibly figure out which halves to put together to make a whole… But… if each half makes a whole… i hope one day… my whole life… i will be happy….
There once was a glass half full of sorrow, the other half empty of anything but remorse. Though, on the despair, there lie a single flower petal, as blue as the sky above; the hope within the disheartening truth.
Half a minute later, half his glass was empty, the warm beer dribbling out of the corner of his mouth and creating a thick stain on his white shirt. He stared at the fuzzy screen – where Alex Trebek was chastising a contestant for an incorrect answer for a geography question – but didn’t make a sound.
I tried to look at him head-on, but I just couldn’t. His eyes wept too much. And I didn’t want to add to the crying.
The moon was half full tonight. Lonliness crept into the young boy’s heart. The party was happening. The girls were talking to the boys in the half-moon light at Nick’s house. Where he wasn’t. He was home. Fully home. Half of him wanted to go. Half of him wanted to stay.
You broke half my heart, that day you left. When you slammed the door and drove away, I heard it fall out of my chest a and hit the ground. I didn’t know how to put it back together, or who would be kind enough to fix it. So it’s still there. I keep telling myself I need to do something, but what can I do? I, a person missing half their heart…
I sliced the grapefruit in half with my pink pocket knife. A small jet of citrus juice sprayed out, hitting me in the eye. “Aaahh,” I exclaimed, turning away. “Why does this always happen?” “I dunno,” my friend replied, “But this is like the 14th grapefruit you’ve eaten in a row, it’s starting to get a little weird…”
The half-and-half was bland today. More so than any other week before. Ingrid knew in this moment that she had to change her major. She had to give up writing. She was going to pursue chemistry after all. Screw the money her dad was offering her. Screw it all..
idk!is half the only word that they put on this dumb websiite?????? Wow thats dumb!who ever visits this website?get a life!
The half man walked into the forest, he tried not to seem scared, he tried to hide every bit of emotion he was feeling as to not to scare the little girl beside him.
It was dark and cold. There was something deeply mysterious about it. Unreal.
“There’s no magic” He kept telling himself.
But somehow it seemed there was…
glass
partly
cookie
egg
panda
people
hair
poop
toilet
water
milk
half of 1.part of something.half pie or pizza.1/2. .5 1 paret of 2 pa
I love being married to a man who views the glass as half full, especially since I tended to look at it as half empty. He knows everything will turn out okay, and so far he’s been right.
half a jug of milk. cool milk. fresh milk. spilt milk… no tears over spilt milk. just milk, actually half a jug of milk.
two halves of a whole?
love is infinite to anyone who shuts their eyes
and holds tight onto nothing
and as she keeps pulling, on what she thought
was always going to be hers
the string snapped
the balloon floated away
a tiny speck on the horizon
nothing.
Half empty right now. Super lonely and depressed mom of two who just moved across the county for the army.
Someone once said “I don’t know if the glass is half full or half empty, but I’m gonna drink it through this crazy straw!” I think that’s my favorite view on life so far, and that’s saying a lot.
I looked at the sunset, and I thought about my life for a second: the ways it has changes, the thing I can’t ever bring myself to say, and the feelings I’ll never admit. It all seems so easy inside my head.
I don’t know about half. I don’t know what to write. I know that this song is fantastic, that Polaris is the north star, and that the sky is blue because the red rays get trapped, but I don’t know half. I guess that’s good enough.
The glass is half full, but is it really? I don’t know…its not for me to decide…What is it God? Do you want it to be? I reconsider..I’ll have faith, because I love you, you are my everything <3
guaro
hola
messi kaka ronaldo mujeres publicidad mercadeo futbol croacia italia banda de guerra gimnasio moderno
half of what i am always seems to be you. No matter what I may do to try and detach myself from you, it seems as though small little reminiscent parts of you will always be present…in my eyes…..in my smile….in my skin. You’re everywhere, and I wish I could rid myself of you.
Half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time. Half of my heart’s got the right mind to tell you that I can’t keep loving you, with half of my heart.
First thing that came to mind ._.
Half full, half empty. It’s all your point of view. A point of view which is often half thought of, half-assed.
half of me the split seat and shared for more than half my health when all i wanted was a waist that’s wasted for more than half of you and less of me
There he goes. Half way out the door again. Half way gone. Half way here. Half way always. He never leaves, never lets me just fall, he stays. But sometimes that is worse than if he would just leave me to deal with my own pieces. Now I’m wondering, constantly wondering, whether he will leave or not. I can live with all but the uncertainty he leaves me at now.
some might say that we have a better half;
i say our he is my whole.
I think about all of the things I only give half of what I could to: school, work, Jesus, friends, family, and my ambitions. I’ve decided that maybe it’s time for a change. I wonder how much of a difference I can make if I’ll increase my half to my all? I’ll give it a try and see how it works out for me.
Half a century ago he world was living the 60s. A moment in time were free living and expression was rising. The use of drugs, music, sex and more ignited human emotions to a level that will never be forgot.
Not all
Cut down the middle
less that one
not enough
semi circle
“If you want this job half as much as you claim, you will do exactly as I instruct you. Do you understand?”
After a brief pause to collect himself, Jeff answered. “Good thing it’s right at half as much as I claim, or I’d be out of luck, then. What are my instructions?”