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*First- I wrote this poem over two years ago and I just rewrote it today but kept most of the original words.So if it totally sucks, I'm sorry, and kiss my a** because I don't really care!
People can be like puzzles.They're made up of scattered pieces.When you take them apart, it can take time for them to be put back together again.Each piece is different in a unique way.Every time it's put back together it takes a little less time.But if you stop taking it apart, it can take what seems like forever for it to be put completely back together.And no matter how many times you take it apart, the outcome never changes; a thing that's been toyed with, torn apart, and put back together.That picture will always be the same.It's incredibly intricate and delicate even though it seems like a simple thing.If you take just one piece, misplace it, rip it into pieces, stomp on it, destroy it all together, it can't be put back again.Ever.If you get a piece to replace it, it still won't be the same, you'll have broken it's bond to the world, and questioned it's purpose...people are like puzzles......because we're capable of confusing others.We can be very hard to piece together, yet so easy to destroy.To say this in simpler terms, our hearts are like puzzles, because these things apply to the thing inside the shell much less the shell inside itself.The way your heart is so complicated, fragile, indestructable, simple, aching, breaking, beating, shaking....it's clearly the most amazing...thing in the world...to see something within yourself...so intricately weaved and beautiful...even you yourself can rarely unlock it and uncover it's secrets.And so is the secret of the heart of a mortal.Though weak, we have something immortality could never give us: the abilities to love, care for, trust, and live our lives with the people we hold close.That's a bond NOTHING can break.....it's so pure it cannot be penetrated by trivial things like being able to live forever....it's untaintable, so to speak.The magic of the heart...I hope to learn it all...a trade that is rare, but garraunteed to scare, those who cannot see it, the beauty that is thee, the beauty of me, the beauty of you, the beauty of us all:...LOVE..
I keep it all on a healthy level of insanity.
And I'm careful not to spread it...
Uh,to EVERYONE I meet.
 ArtVamp_Reject · Wed Aug 06, 2008 @ 12:02am · 3 Comments |
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