We are compatible
In a world of even numbers
You are a matching oddball
Maybe even mine
I'm not ready
To give you my heart
But somewhere you'll find
I'm missing a part
You've stolen a piece of me
Not of my flesh nor bone
That little tiny portion
Has crawled inside of you
It beckons to me
Behind my ribs my heart throbs
Ranging from dull ache
To searing pain
Only am I free
When you are near
Your voice eases my troubles
In time you will see
A piece of your heart
Is inside of me
Until then
I will refrain
From calling you
Silly pet names
Goodbye My matching Oddball
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
We are compatible
In a world of even numbers
You are a matching oddball
Maybe even mine
I'm not ready
To give you my heart
But somewhere you'll find
I'm missing a part
You've stolen a piece of me
Not of my flesh nor bone
That little tiny portion
Has crawled inside of you
It beckons to me
Behind my ribs my heart throbs
Ranging from dull ache
To searing pain
Only am I free
When you are near
Your voice eases my troubles
In time you will see
A piece of your heart
Is inside of me
Until then
I will refrain
From calling you
Silly pet names
Goodbye My matching Oddball
Request permission to use this poem