I wish I was a puzzle
And that all my pieces fit
In a nice pretty picture
With a description on the lid
Everyone could understand me
I could understand myself
I'd be clear and concise
With a home upon the shelf
I'd be frustrating and tedious
And often not found fun
Pieces would be missing
And I'd never really be done
I guess it's wishful thinking
I suppose I should stay
As a person not a puzzle
For yet another day
YOU ARE READING
I'll never be as good as Poe or Dickens but damnit I'm trying
Poetrymy poetry. be warned, it's not good. I just wanted a place I could put all my poems so they're easy to find.
