Jigsaw
Scattered, hidden, stolen pieces.
Scraped, stained, and warped by tears.
No longer fit together, barely match.
Pieces given away for love and acceptance.
Unwanted parts picked, torn, and sliced,
For the sake of change.
Forced by those who claim to love you.
My soul, kind soul, how to right you?
Hunting up lost, stolen and sold pieces.
Relearning and rebuilding.
Eyes closed using what my heart knows.
Scraped, stained, and warped by tears.
No longer fit together, barely match.
Pieces given away for love and acceptance.
Unwanted parts picked, torn, and sliced,
For the sake of change.
Forced by those who claim to love you.
My soul, kind soul, how to right you?
Hunting up lost, stolen and sold pieces.
Relearning and rebuilding.
Eyes closed using what my heart knows.
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