When you took me out of my enclosed box
I saw light for the first time
I was in pieces, each a fragment of it's own
But you took great time,
Picking up each puzzle piece
and piecing them back together
To form a completed picture,
A masterpiece.
I was no longer broken,
But connected as one.
YOU ARE READING
Painted Words
PoetryA collection of poems shorter that what I normally write. (This might be easier for me to write Coz there isn't a particular theme and will be the main book I will continue writing on.)
