The floor is gone
I love remodeling
A "poem" every day.
The puzzle crashes once more
Finding the familiar rigid floor
Unforgiving and strong
It was so close, after so long
One or two pieces at best
Needed to figure out that extravagant mess
But the table wasn’t enough
To hold all the pieces, twas just too tough
Crashing down with a loud clatter
Now all is gone, with only one to care for the matter
Search for all
Like finding identical leaves in the fall
They all have changed
Now he must find one that matches his own strange ways
A piece that fits his moves and quarks
One who embraces him with a genuine force.
He must find this one in himself
For only you can continually fill your empty shelf
Take the table out of the equation
Puzzle made on the floor
No table to collapse, no weight it must bare.
This realization can change everything
And rid one of desperate madness,
Even in the worst situations that wash ashore.
As two puzzle pieces
Fit together so divine.
Make me feel like you’re all mine
No other could make me feel so fine
All day walking around with some special kind of shine
No other pieces could fit together like we do
Not just once or twice, but every single time
Complete the need that is felt inside
Matched together at first sight,
Now I just need some kind of sign
You want to be whole again, don’t give into the fright
Be strong for me, look deep to find
That one that was thrown aside.
Somewhere the piece lays,
The one that will keep destruction at bay
On the table for weeks,
Just waiting for the piece.
That will complete the picture it beholds
Fulfill the potential it has
To look beautiful from its own mold.
Doesn’t follow rules or norms
To its own ****** up drum, it roars
As a bird sings its own melody as it soars,
The puzzle shows purity in the darkest of forms
Bad things have hurt the pieces before
But through these, they still seem to fit,
So amazing once more
Connected together, souls intertwined
Flawlessly together at this time.
Embracing the moment they have together
Wishing to be in one’s company forever.
Morning strikes a harsh blow.
The rising sun forces each to go.
Whoosh swoosh of the waves
Cute boys in the water
Of the water.
In my towel
Hanging out at the beach today.
No matter what happens at the beach the water stays moving consistently
— The End —