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There’s a place on my hip
Where your hand would fit
A place on my neck
To lay your head
Nuzzling and cuddling
In bed together
Permanent satisfaction
You and me forever
Love you Romeo
Mya May 2019
Like an unfinished puzzle
You will continue to find the missing pieces all over the place

And even if there is just one piece of the puzzle missing it may show up one day

Or you will have to go out and find it yourself
Yeah I just thought of this while doing a puzzle and listening to music.
William de klerk Apr 2019
For my tears that we're shead in secret
This is what I say
I am not weak
For Having a Heart way
                                Heavily on me
Each and Every day.

AND
I am NOT ashamed that who I lost
Holds some of What We Were
Even if...
For now ...
The piece of them I posses
only wounds me
Deeply.

YET
I am not sorry I did not guard my heart
For even though I lost a great deal

I will remember and carry you with me
and slowly...
                  I Will Heal.

So let Me Morn Who We Were
And someday, should I look back
at what I once loved

Know,  that now the piece I possess
fits into a puzzle that depicts
Who I Have Become
We all lose at some stage, but we never forget. Let those you once loved show the progress you have made
maybe im the puzzle
but youre still the pieces
em Mar 2019
i'm an enigma,
more complex than cryptograms

the blade making love to the skin during night,
a smile shining as bright as the sun during the day

moods changing faster than the weather

most people come out during a hurricane
thinking that it's stopped
but in reality it's just the eye of it

the storm will hit again
don't believe what you see
my storm isn't over either
woo woo it's the sound of the police
faa Mar 2019
Pondering
My state forevermore
I, who became
Broken shards
Of an intentional slip, that i bore
The Sky’s burden
Atlas’ *******
Worthless
Next to my bruises, my scarred
Shoulders had endured
Scathed, scorched
I was scorned
These pieces
Can never be pieced
Or witness a day of peace
After all
Glass shards
Are no jigsaw puzzles
Peasant The Poet Feb 2019
I have an idea,
A game we can play.
I’ll paint you a picture,
What does it say?

“Like charades?” you ask,
Yes, but with higher stakes.
I’m the riddle on the canvas,
Can you solve without mistakes?

⁃ Don’t Read Me Wrong
Hakiim Feb 2019
touch me as brick turns into paper
a familiarity i once knew
a past life in present form

i sit in full awareness of your bare flesh
you reside transparent in most forms
my hand extended in subtle care
your heart belongs to memories

my memories resurface as fear takes a hold
of being used and alone
of you not seeing me
of me dying alone

in fear that my last love is my last love
so as you fill my brain and it forms a puzzle
speak to me before insanity fills my neck with thorns
before paper becomes brick
I recently went o date with someone and they felt for some reason familiar to me. They reminded me of my first/last love who passed away. Yet, now at this point I’m not sure how this person feels. I know they have a struggle with their past love, but i’m so confused and lost. I’m not sure if they are even slightly interested in me. I just want clarification if I should just close myself back off from potential love or what. My mind is in shambles.
faeri Feb 2019
I'd like to say
Our love is like
Puzzle pieces.
Even if our pieces
Are worn
And hands don't
Fit anymore,
The picture we
Made together will always
Be beautiful
In our memories.
first official poem of 2019
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