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I've spent too much time trying,
to long I've been holding on.
To something once so beautiful,
that's now only peices of broken art.
peices that fit together, that were only torn apart,
but time and elements have wethered them,
and now they no longer fit so snugly in their spots.
And I've tried so hard to force them, because I know inside they're right,
but the struggle's made me tear them more,
out of anger or of spite.
And I curse and damn myself for all the deeds I've done,
cause I've seen a perfect love, I've held it in my grasp,
only to watch it fall away like ashes in my hand.
And those peices of what was us I always come back to,
in hopes that I'll find a way to make them fit,
I bend and change my shape to mold every corner, every inlet, everybit.
But everytime I change to fit, one thing shines brightly through,
even if I change the shape, the wearing still holds true.
I still see those careless coffee stains, and where the dog has chewed, every footprint, every rip and tear, I can barely make out you.
So I'll put the peices in a box, and mark it a lost cause,
cause I've wasted my life on this puzzle, wasted my mind, and wasted my heart.
And even now I glance at it as I go to put it on the shelf,
next to the other broken puzzles, with peices missing or thrown out.
And think that maybe if I was cleverer, I could have figured it out.
But I place the box down, look up at it and smile,and say goodbye to my favorite chalenge that's lived with me this long while.
And in my head as I walk I hear this tiny voice of doubt,
But, I sigh and with a heavy head, turn off the light, close the door, and walk out.
to long I've been holding on.
To something once so beautiful,
that's now only peices of broken art.
peices that fit together, that were only torn apart,
but time and elements have wethered them,
and now they no longer fit so snugly in their spots.
And I've tried so hard to force them, because I know inside they're right,
but the struggle's made me tear them more,
out of anger or of spite.
And I curse and damn myself for all the deeds I've done,
cause I've seen a perfect love, I've held it in my grasp,
only to watch it fall away like ashes in my hand.
And those peices of what was us I always come back to,
in hopes that I'll find a way to make them fit,
I bend and change my shape to mold every corner, every inlet, everybit.
But everytime I change to fit, one thing shines brightly through,
even if I change the shape, the wearing still holds true.
I still see those careless coffee stains, and where the dog has chewed, every footprint, every rip and tear, I can barely make out you.
So I'll put the peices in a box, and mark it a lost cause,
cause I've wasted my life on this puzzle, wasted my mind, and wasted my heart.
And even now I glance at it as I go to put it on the shelf,
next to the other broken puzzles, with peices missing or thrown out.
And think that maybe if I was cleverer, I could have figured it out.
But I place the box down, look up at it and smile,and say goodbye to my favorite chalenge that's lived with me this long while.
And in my head as I walk I hear this tiny voice of doubt,
But, I sigh and with a heavy head, turn off the light, close the door, and walk out.