I found the truth to be a lie.
I think more than you know.
I know more than you think.
I know more than you know.
Cloudy skies for my eyes.
Your silence was like pouring rain.
Your words were like blowing winds
that brought the clouds again.
Jigsaw pieces from the past
that time cannot erase
have brought the picture into view
as the pieces find their place.
The words that once betrayed me
now do the same to you.
Though I no longer trust them
I still believe in you.
Now these words won't mean a thing
and so the story goes
I'll say that I forgive you
so someday you will know.
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It makes no difference from whence we came. We are what we make ourselves. Disconnect the jigsaw pieces that were given to complete the puzzle. We must pick up the pieces we want to keep and toss the others. Then one must look at the complete and wonderful picture ...ourselves. You DO express yourself beautifully. Very touching.
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