Arranging words like jigsaw pieces
trying to put together
the pieces of my
broken heart
None seem fit to describe the emptiness
left by the puzzle workers
who added their pieces to mine
and took them again
leaving a hole
stretching the pieces
of my broken heart
March 16, 2007
All the poetry on here is mine (C) and cannot be copied or reproduced without my permission. Please respect me and the work that I've put in to these pieces. I'm open to comments and input is always appreciated. So, I hope you enjoy and are touched by "The Music of my Soul".
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