There's a piece missing that I can't seem to find it.
I don't seem to care.
I don't want to try.
That doesn't seem right.
I don't seem to feel.
It feels like charades.
Are they even mine.
Those feelings inside.
I look in time.
Is it too late to try
to find that piece
that is missing inside?
-D.L.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 2:36 PM UTC
There's a piece missing that I can't seem to find it.
I don't seem to care.
I don't want to try.
That doesn't seem right.
I don't seem to feel.
It feels like charades.
Are they even mine.
Those feelings inside.
I look in time.
Is it too late to try
to find that piece
that is missing inside?
-D.L.
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