This world holds so few perfedtions.
Broken homes, and torn families,
litter the space like ,
difficult puzzle pieces.
Weeping hearts and missing fractured,
hearts hide deeper and deeper,
in the puzzled mess!
When I see you though,
my mind remembers so,
how beautiful ,
it once was put together.
There were bold and brilliant colorings .
The cracks were all filled.
It was whole ,amazing, and perfect.
Suddenly and unexpected,
the puzzle was moved,
and sorrowfuly unpreserved.
Broken and scattered,
and pieces of our souls lost and missing.
We slowly put it back together,
but our lives just aren't all there.
The pieces no longer match.
The love, admiration, and perfection ,
now holds scars, dimples, and imperfections.