It's interesting
How we find little things to adore
The barest to be treasured
Maybe that's why, when everything is gone
Something in us breaks
And not just a myth of being torn into two pieces
But into thousands of puzzle pieces
Too little for people to discern
Yet cannot be denied
And maybe that's why, you still surround me
As I fit pieces of you to those I choose
Perhaps your smile to one
Your voice perchance
And maybe the way you say I love you
To those people who told me so.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
It's interesting
How we find little things to adore
The barest to be treasured
Maybe that's why, when everything is gone
Something in us breaks
And not just a myth of being torn into two pieces
But into thousands of puzzle pieces
Too little for people to discern
Yet cannot be denied
And maybe that's why, you still surround me
As I fit pieces of you to those I choose
Perhaps your smile to one
Your voice perchance
And maybe the way you say I love you
To those people who told me so.
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