Tell Me
We give pieces of ourselves, Leaving it up to the ones we love, To decide if we are what they want. Then hope that by making that choice, They will magically put us back together, Like an interlocking jigsaw puzzle. Why do we put ourselves thhrough this? Awaiting someone else's choice. Calling it for lack of a better word. LOVE. Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 02:44 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 8
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"We give pieces of ourselves,..."