My life has been left to puzzle pieces.
until my memory finally ceases.
Wonderful sunsets, and the horrid sunrise.
The shining reflection of hope in her eyes.
You loved him once, you can love him again,
It does not matter how, why or the when.
You took his hope into your hands.
Holding so tightly, he could not stand,
etching your fingers into the strands.
You can't hurt somebody you do not love.
You can hurt somebody who did not know.

Simple to do.
Simple to think.
Start talking sympathy until brought to the brink.
Conversing deeper.
Content steeper.
Running through town as an information reaper.
Keeping your secrets,
the ones that you told.
I'll keep them quite safe.
Until they grow old.
Then I'll throw them out to see if they grow or if they mold.
Heaven knows this is all for fun.
Fun for all.
All for one.