half-empty

I’ve lost any taste for diluted wine
And all that once appeased

Anything less than a full glass
Is just a pointless tease

Sometimes some is better than none
Or so they say from above

But who would want just half a heart
Or just a bit of love

Anything less than my desire fulfilled
Just isn’t enough

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