Life is like a jigsaw puzzle where you try to connectTo form a perfect picture out of what you reflect
Solve the puzzle with mysteries a few
where each of the pieces leads to the next clue
So many pieces, too many to know...How would they fit, where would they go...
Neither you are aware of the number of parts
Nor the final picture till the pieces stay apart
Some are hard to find, some are already there...
Some fit in the right place, some you have to spare...
I was there but not the way you wanted me toYou tried to bend and squeeze me to fit in to
Too much demands to handle, that’s where it started outYou have thrown me away with your confusion and doubt
My body is tattered, my soul torn apartYou should have realized it hurts me from the start
No matter how you mend there is always an empty spaceIt is the same puzzle but with a different pace
I am nothing but the missing pieceOnce tried to make your life at ease
Insignificant I may seem yet my purpose was far from it
Without me, your picture remains incomplete.This post was shared in WriteTribe Wednesday prompt - 6.
