See how I move
So rigid and crooked.
These hands you once held with
Have lost their gentleness
Outside this mind
This figure looks just the same
Pieces of puzzles I make out with your words
Place them all together
But the edges are twisted;
Damaged pieces I’m certain that they’ll fit.
And you stayed to help me
But as the clocked ticked
You took your leave.
Stuck in the same misshapen figure
I sit alone
No color, no touch, no affection whatsoever
Gray's and blacks that torture my eyes
But my heart tells me to go on
So I go on, fixing the pieces
Like thorns they cut in between my fingers
My knee’s are beaten
From kneeling down to you
From looking for our pieces.
note: i didn't know how to end it, advise greatly appreciated.
6.28 - i tried to fix the grammar, not sure if its any better. Excuse my grammar though, seeing as i'm awful at it.
