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I have days where I would love to wrap my chubby little fingers around
That delicate little neck of yours
And watch your life slowly fade away
But most days? Most days I wish I could hug you
Take you away from all that is evil
I wish to crash my lips on yours as I have done so many times before
Take away all the pain
The hurt
The misery
Never meant to be you say
Not our time I say
Though as I loose sense of pattern
We slowly create our own
Interlocking like puzzle pieces
Always start with a border
Yet we seem to have started in the very center
Just the two of us as the world swirls around us hopelessly
We're still putting pieces together
Maybe one day itll work as it should
For the outcome is
Unknown

Author's Note

This one really isn't supposed to have a flow or "pattern"

Reviews

[Jack O]

I know the pieces fit. Tool song