Your World Is a Puzzle


Your world is a puzzle,
Just incomplete.
There's still a piece missing.

Now here I am a frayed old piece.,
But what you desire is bittersweet,
The piece that with stir your heartbeat.

I belong to another puzzle,
Apart from your world.
I'm not your missing piece,
Nor am I anyone's.

I'm fragile and crooked,
Not perfect and curvy.
Your piece will not fit,
Amongst my imperfect.

For I am a flaw, a simple mistake.
If you force us together,
We'll both tear and both break.

For I can assure you,
I'll leave you in despair.
Since I am not meant to
finish your puzzle.

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