You and I were two puzzle pieces,
desperate to fit our edges together.
It wasn't until I almost threw the whole puzzle away,
That I found there was another piece that fit me better.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoetryHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
