Puzzle

Heart is like puzzle with thousand of variety. You got your own shape, and I got mine. We just need to find the other side that match.

You

Your lips are the wet of my blood. Without them I bleed dust

Your voice, the rhythm of my heart. Without it my ventricles lay in silence

Your touch, the nerves of my fingertips. Without it I cannot feel

Your embrace, the light at my center. Without it I see only blackness

Come back to me soon and breathe life into this corpse for without you

there is nothing..