I was standing on an empty rock
With the pieces of our love
Like I puzzle I try to put them together
And in my arrogance
I never realize that the edges were not quite right
Although they seem to fit
They never lock nor click
I continue to put them together
Trying to make sense of what I had
There was never a clear picture
Not even a guide
And in my desperation
I never saw the pieces were void of any color
No longer been a collage of rainbows
We once mixed together
Not one to give up I continue trying
Even if it meant turning myself into pieces
To fill the cracks that glare at me
Like an infected wound
We both now had
Foolish I let it fester
Realizing that I could never complete
A puzzle meant for two
For you had left a long time ago
Only giving me this empty rock I stand on
And everything crumbles with your presence gone.
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soul
Poetrymany people say eyes are window to the soul , but so are words. this are short and simple poems expressing emotions from the soul. from love to hate to happiness and sadness, confusion and calmness. Anything and everything is what these poems are ab...
