My heart
Was as broken as a puzzle
Uncomplete and unfinished
In a million peices
Waiting for someone
Who could put it back together
It found you
And you picked them up
And made sure every one was in place
But when you left me
My heart turned back
Into Puzzle peices
So it lays scattered
Waiting for another
Who was a master like you
Who knew each corner like the back of his hand
Who held me together
And once it finds him
It will stay together
But in the end
It always turns back into puzzle pieces
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Poems
PoetryThese are just poems qnd memoirs i've come up with at 3 am, on late nights, while being sad, mad, happy, or in love.
