From wear I lay, I don't know the puzzle pieces that are my heart. They scatter across my rib cage willing for someone to put them together.
But they remain hung in the cage not knowing what they feel.
Will I ever know how to piece my words together? Will I ever be able to get my feelings down onto paper?
Like other lovely poets- they write life's melodies across their pages. They paint words like memories in between the lines.
I struggle to put my emotions into words. I'm forever stuck between being poetic and a mess.
I'll be a stuck mess like Autumn, stuck in between Summer and winter. Not knowing if I want to be warm or cold, so all my colors mix.
I'll forever be complicated, like a young heart born in the wrong era.
So I wait, hopeful that someone will be able to solve the puzzle that is my heart. Or maybe someday, I'll be able to figure it out for myself.
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