999 pieces


The heart as a piece in the puzzle is awkward in solitary places.
Life alone it will never know what flying is
or how one united with another feels.
Life as such is dull and without vision.
The piece separated keeps the whole picture from being seen.
One heart from another,
another heart out of place.
Try to put another piece there then hurt and strief are given free reign.
To not know where it should be
life alone can seem safe.
No heart too near, no eye that can see.
Here a wall stays up hiding from the vision
of what could be.

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