The borders done
And you may not see me as happy as this
My first stake at my mistake now marking its place with the next piece to
imprint
With Patience and Time millions of pieces become one
But young hearts are too impatience and too young when it comes to love...to
love...to lust...to sex...to straight up f---ing.
Now distracted from my project chasing what a young heart thinks is lucky
just to have something I have never had before; and only to find I will
never have it...well not just yet and its not that man who's ear
I'm whispering to saying, "I want more."
Pieces are now flying everywhere because these days you have to CREATE a
heart that will get hurt millions of times before it finds the one.
Thats 999,999 to go after this one is done
And quickly as I'm putting the pieces together their falling apart.
Replacing themselves with insecurities of my heart
And it hurts
It hurts to know that this piece of him will never fit, but I'm setting
the board up just to be left as the last cent
And I cry no...no more inside but outside wet spots dripping from my face
My pride can't deny my feelings I'm trying to erase

Piece by piece I was finding me then he...he came and broke a piece and now
my puzzle will never be complete.

A poem to my heart the deceased.
 
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