flaws

flaws

A Poem by plainme

people say that we're looking for a perfect piece to fit our puzzle
but the board is flawed, and there's more pieces missing
you just sometimes happen to find a piece, and live with it being there
you feed your obsession of filling the holes and in a manic state you stare 
appreciate the beauty of the part that was gone, and never was
but then it hits you, that there are more holes to be fit
and you sink, in a vertical slope
from one end to the other
and you forget that that piece wasn't there once

© 2018 plainme


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Added on January 22, 2017
Last Updated on June 20, 2018