Jigsaw

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We are somehow way too different

To be good for each other... 

My mind knows this,

It tells me every time you are around.

But there is this underlying fear in my heart.

Fear of falling in the depth of your eyes

All over again, even after so many years.

While I am the calm of the ocean

To your torrential winds;

You are the amber blaze

To my freezing icicles.


However, our roads are too different to intersect.

Too different to even overlap.

Perhaps my mind is right after all...

Perhaps we are too different

To not hold each other back.

Perhaps we are not the two opposite,

Perfectly fitting pieces of a jigsaw... 

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