Every peice, every curve has
Every peice, every curve has a place
in a jigsaw puzzle.
We try our hand in different spots,
sometimes fitting, sometimes not.
but in the end, every peice has their place
however fast you ran the race.
But I always seem to fall short,
an extra in a box that
was never meant to fit the image.
This girl has just never fit the mold,
lulled into a state of
A girl
who trusts so readily
forgives so easily
who'll look at you with
blue eues
the color of
cornflowers
that sparkle wen she smiles
and shine when she despairs.