Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Puzzle Piece Is Not Fitting

I am comfortably excited 
In your plain sight,
No cracks in my soul 
That you can see in my eyes,
Plain perfection, 
You want me to be,
You think me to be,
Would it kill you if you discovered I am not?
Why are you with me,
Am I perfect from your point of view?
What you see,
I cannot,
Nothing makes sense
In your wiry mind,
I can't figure you out
Any which way
I put the puzzle together. 

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