Puzzle

Just a little poem describing some pain I'm feeling about my ex-girlfriend...

 

The pieces are scattered,

I try to gather them up, to no avail,

I count them, some are missing

I take one last look at the box,

And throw it away

I search for a new puzzle to work on

But none appeal to me

I wish I could’ve found the missing pieces

I go to the store, I find a new one

But it’s not the same,

I abandon it in the middle

I get the old puzzle out of the trash,

And look for the pieces

Reviews

[Xtabber]

Excellent -- I know this feeling. The fairer sex are a puzzle to me.