Mumblebumble
I've kinda got a headache so im not feeling the greatest. I'm a little bored. At this moment things I would like to do I can't, and I dont particularly feel like doing anything else. Gonna write some random orginal stuff now.
A puzzle piece that just won't fit
Tossed aside collecting dust
All alone it is it's own little puzzle
With it's little picture that rests like crust
On top of a body of ordinary brown
Hard paper that never see's light
Just it, the little picture, and its dirty coat
Though one they are two holding each other tight
But the picture always feels incomplete
But there is nothing more for its base
Pulled together and pushed apart
This pair of one in shared disgrace
Loves itself in a blanket of dirt
Carried by the air to things that sit
Which darkens its world more every day
This darkness requires a flame to be lit
And love will be the flame
And I will be the piece
And you would be the picture
A perfect fit that needs no grease
But I've been sitting far too long
And I've been left out in the rain
And now I know my shape is soggy and deformed
And it's self-pity that brings me pain
And my base is scared and wont let go
But my picture knows what is true
Over time by the flame of love I will dry
And I'll complete the picture with you
But we are both more than cardboard shapes
And I don't want to live a life of poetry
I would rather be laughing instead of waiting to dry
I would rather paint my own picture with you
And hear you giggle as your brush went 'accidently' astray
Leaving me grinning with a purple stripe across my eyes
dust... wind... dude...
A puzzle piece that just won't fit
Tossed aside collecting dust
All alone it is it's own little puzzle
With it's little picture that rests like crust
On top of a body of ordinary brown
Hard paper that never see's light
Just it, the little picture, and its dirty coat
Though one they are two holding each other tight
But the picture always feels incomplete
But there is nothing more for its base
Pulled together and pushed apart
This pair of one in shared disgrace
Loves itself in a blanket of dirt
Carried by the air to things that sit
Which darkens its world more every day
This darkness requires a flame to be lit
And love will be the flame
And I will be the piece
And you would be the picture
A perfect fit that needs no grease
But I've been sitting far too long
And I've been left out in the rain
And now I know my shape is soggy and deformed
And it's self-pity that brings me pain
And my base is scared and wont let go
But my picture knows what is true
Over time by the flame of love I will dry
And I'll complete the picture with you
But we are both more than cardboard shapes
And I don't want to live a life of poetry
I would rather be laughing instead of waiting to dry
I would rather paint my own picture with you
And hear you giggle as your brush went 'accidently' astray
Leaving me grinning with a purple stripe across my eyes
dust... wind... dude...