Broken trusts
With the break of dawn, shines some more darkness
The man is lost
Humanity is dead
HE says all that’s there to life and more, is here
What you’re seeking and what seeks you, shall you find here
Dear Lord, Where do I find my soul?

I see colors
And patterns
And words
And they don't make sense to anyone.
Apart from me.
No I'm not lonely.
I'm just different from anyone I met.

Walking through the rainy streets.
Puddles filled with muddy waters
Waters that don't reflect anything but happiness
Setting out paper boats again
Dancing like no one watched
And frankly, we didn't even care
And the smokes and the mist
Galaxies formed somewhere here on Earth today.

A piece of cake.
Hot melted chocolate syrup and a scoop of ice cream on the sides.

A piece of me.
I found that in people and connected with them over in different ways

A piece of memory.
It once haunted me to go back in time for I was afraid of opening doors I'd closed hard. Once I opened them again, it doesn't seem so bad now.

A piece of stuffed cheese pizza.
Do hell with a piece, I want the entire thing! Make it large please?

Pisces ♓
I kind of connect with these people. But its an explosive relation, if I get to be in one with a person from this sun sign. read: Ma

A piece of puzzle
I remember as a kid I used to be so careful to not even lose a single one else I'd throw the entire puzzle away.

A piece of paper
They used to make paper boats and birthday hats out of it together when young. Now these two brothers can't get enough fighting over it.

Withered, scattered, spread
Her arms reached out to those that were dead
She tried to liven them up again
By composing poems, stories and letters of them
For all she'd breathe all this while
The only thing that kept her going and alive,

Words.