They built their world with edges tight,
where pieces click and wrong feels right.
I tried to slot into the frame,
But I bent my corners, lost my name.
A quiet hue, a different bend,
The kind that doesn’t want to blend.
Not broken—just a shape unknown,
a puzzle piece carved on its own.
I watched their picture form and gleam,
while holding onto my dream.
A scattered sky, a rebel tide
I find the beauty where they hide.
No box contains the whole of me,
No label holds what I could be.
They may not know the space I fill
But still I fit, and always will.
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DLewis88 (
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A tough puzzle DLewis and the first thing that came to mind was nature. But then I would guess it would not be that easy. Well done
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You are very welcome
A sense of trying to bend to fit into the shape that is needed to be excepted, nicely expressed and written
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