Our hearts are puzzles
Everyone has a different color
Different sized pieces
Little fragments made of love
They are unique, just like us
As we grow closer to people
We can trade our pieces
I give you a piece of me
And you give me a piece of you
All our hearts are missed matched puzzles
Imperfect just like us
But what happens
When you give all your pieces away
And nobody give you any of theirs?
YOU ARE READING
silent screams
Puisithe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
