You were a puzzle,
Almost complete,
But sadly I wasn't
Your very last piece.
YOU ARE READING
sober thoughts
Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
.ninety'six
You were a puzzle,
Almost complete,
But sadly I wasn't
Your very last piece.
