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. 

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