Desire Poem by Rachel Weaver

The puzzle piece called you doesnt quite seem to fit
Doesnt form the way I want it
As a puzzle piece I seem to change my shape
You dont want it to stay the same
It has to fit your puzzle
Does it?
I want it to
I try to cut the sharp edges off
They just cant seem to get soft
I'm sorry but my life kind of made me cold
Im still young but I feel old
So fit me in your puzzle
Thats where I want to be
In your life
Im not always right
Niether are you, but its something you refuse to see
I want to be with you til the sky falls into the sea
So fit me in your puzzle baby
Thats where I want to be