Jul 26, 2020
Little Pieces
Does it ache to know, you aren’t what I’m aching for? That all the little pieces of your scattered thoughts come back to me, And all of my little pieces fall into one Whose not you? Do you think about that night, where you did not put up a fight? That night I found myself In pieces Picking them up on my own Does it hurt to know, that you now aren’t the missing part to my puzzle? That every Little piece Fits together right where you were never supposed to be Do you now realize, That all your little pieces Are now permanently scattered And you find yourself, alone, Putting up a fight Picking up all your Little pieces As mine are intertwined, In someone’s hands Who will never leave them Scattered
