i can’t breathe
you’re intoxicating me
with the whisper of words
i feed upon myself.
an unsolved mystery
a puzzle in search of its pieces
you may find all but one
forever a piece is missing.
searching your heart and mind
you can’t seem to find
that missing piece.
i wonder how long it will last
digging through your past
to realize what was left behind.
forgotten, flawed, and fragile
regretfully, you see
it was always me.
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Author:
wordbyrdwriting (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2016 16:11
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
we have to except or reject each other warts and all. well expressed and crafted. ww
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