Baby you are the puzzle I wanna solve
But why the more I understand you the more confused I become.
And the more I try to put your pieces together the more I find it complicated
And the longer I play with it I realize that.....
You are already so broken.
A broken puzzle I can't fix.
YOU ARE READING
thorns of a beautiful rose
PoetryShe is like water....you can feel it,hear it,feel it's presence but when you try to hold it, it will flow away. She would just slip out of your grip when you try to hold her close.
