It’s not Tuesday yet, but whatever….poetry Tuesday (Monday)

All I have to say about this one is it’s about a recurring disturbing theme in my life. Also guys need to grow a pair and stop being dicks…that is all.

I’m seen in pieces

Hips, eyes, tits, ass

Like a puzzle scattered across a table

What about heart? What about soul?

The corner pieces

How can you put a together a puzzle without corner pieces?

You can’t.

I’m seen in pieces

I guess there are a thousand

No one will take the time to put them all together

You’ll never see the whole picture

Unless you put them all together

Dig through all the other pieces to find the corners

Or leave them scattered

Does anybody want to put me together?

I’m seen in pieces.


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