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Intertwined
I've spent most of my life
Looking for that piece
The long lost puzzle piece
That's been missing from inside of me
Searching and searching
Never knowing why, or what I would find
but constantly looking for what's meant to be mine
I should have stopped looking before I would find
That when I found the piece missing, I'd start to loose pieces of my mind
So consuming, are my thoughts of you
We are so intertwined
That when I start to loose that piece that's you
I can feel myself unwind, falling apart piece by piece
My heart bleeds out of me, leaving a broken shell behind
Even so,
No matter how it hurts, no mattter that I cry
I would rather have the pain, the hurt, the constant heartache
Than be without you in my life
Your work reminds me of an
Your work reminds me of an old friend of mine... another poet who I adored.
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a perfect picture of how
a perfect picture of how me being in love doesn't feel to me. nice, and well written.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "