The Puzzle Maker

Thu, 09/28/2017 - 13:48 -- rheinen

Beautiful pictures

sliced into a thousand pieces

and boxed up.

Only to be pieced back together.

 

They say a picture is worth a thousand words,

but the pieces are worth none.

 

And that’s who I am.

I destroy beauty,

Rip it shreds.

 

I am the puzzle maker.

No one can put me back together.

This poem is about: 
Me

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