unsolved mysteries

August 21, 2020

unjigsaw me.

unmix my mind.

unmake my mess.

but still, be kind.

unperfect puzzles

may profess, appease.

i prefer myself

pieced together,

please.

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Comments (3)

ideaxxxAug 22, 2020

Schsssssss... do not be nervous despite what they say that there is no perfect crime, but poorly investigated.  Quiet and relax ...

justin somethingAug 21, 2020

thank you!

nightvibes8Aug 21, 2020

This poem is great! I love its simplicity, rhyme scheme, and meaning.

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