Missing Piece
I swear I healed myself, but a piece of me is always going g to be missing. So I searched the earth and
Under my bed.
I looked in my diaries and all the words I have said...
Failure beyond failure...
What's the piece of me that tells me , I'm lacking.
Where do I find my belonging.
What path do I track
I lost something, that belongs to me.
Do I call it griefor a dens???
I tried to ignore it, but it is always.. Calling me!!!
That piece has a emotion that piece has a name, two brown eyes and a smile that is still, the same
So that piece is a person to the puzzle of my soul.
I got the answer of this ridde and now I'm finally whole so that piece is a person
It's what complete me .
Now wounder, it keeps calling me
Copyright © Amanda Ball | Year Posted 2025
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