You were the piece that didn't quite fit the puzzle
You were different
And different is something
Not many
Not alot
Is
Save me your soul, my love...

I only write when my mind feels empty
Or when my heart is overwhelmed with color
My fingers tremble as if the words SHOUT
To be spelled out
Eyes dilate, searching for poems on any open sheet
And so i let the words dance
As if they had feet