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We are two puzzle pieces that are Never meant to be together. We look like a harsh disarray, With our colours so messed up (We aren't even complimentary colours). When we are together, Things get out of order, Because I took the place of the one that Should've been here, so (s)he took the other's and So on. We are destined to make a mess And just as difficult as fitting us together It's almost impossible to tear us apart cleanly. We struggle, Curse, Yank - And for that we are made of thin cardboard We end up wounded, Torn, Twisted. We should have found more compatible partners, But somehow we are stuck together. We are destined to mak

Soft voices in the wind are real. The faces in the clouds are too. Spring brings life to let us feel. Just for me and just for you. We can see the daffodils lighting up a fairy path We can hear the winter’s moans fade in its own aftermath. We can see the jumping joy caught in lambs, skipping, hopping We can see the green shoots rise ever upwards, never stopping. Butterflies are heard to whisper sharing all these secrets too. Please don’t tell the grown-ups these. They’re just for me and just for you.

A magic unspoken; a spell that is broken. Away flies her dreams into silver streaked skies. A girl that has woken by kiss, just a token of love from a prince who has tears in his eyes. Forgotten thorns scattered on earth; nothing mattered, His flesh bramble-caught, pulled taut till it tore His heart pitter-pattered. A glass coffin shattered; shard diamonds glittered the dress that she wore. The sun blessed them both as the pair plight their troth; away slid the brambles at first light of dawn. For love and their oath had banished the growth from the curse cast in past, so wickedly sworn.

Made a lot of them plenty of times in this lifetime some small and receive just a slap on the wrist and a warning Some rather large that I should have just kept my mouth shut and not say a word to avoid being hurt But a few I question if it was my fault or if I just became a scapegoat to blame for other's mistakes

The End Never Ceases to Amaze 14-2-16 I’m at the end of my tether, The end of my rope; There’s not much life left behind And far too little hope. I’m struggling to overcome, Struggling to survive; What’s left’s not enough To keep me alive. Please grant me mercy, Forgiveness and grace. Grant me feelings and a future, A life and a place In Your kingdom, On your lap, in your arms; Protect me from myself, Protect me from harm. I’m at the end of all endings, The end of all hope; I’m struggling, Father, I’m battling to cope. So please grant me peace Of all mind, heart and soul, As I struggle to ma