Thursday, March 10, 2011

Puzzled

He was missing a Piece to my Puzzle,
I told him not to Fuss Though.

He worried so he searched his Mind,
I said he was being too Kind.

The Pieces he finds do not Fit,
The effort is making me Sick.

So He Stops and I am Happy.
The Piece was Confidence, he was lacking.

22 comments:

  1. Sounds to me as though the author's life is getting pretty happy!

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  2. such a nice poem,really talented
    waiting for more :D

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  3. Good poem, simple yet effective.

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  4. Nicely done! like this one a lot.

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  5. cool i love creative blogs like this

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  6. Good poem, but that's usual.

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  7. A painfully honest poem.

    Nice to meet ya...I am a new follower.

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  8. I agree with remocon11. So bored of all the herp-a-derp blogs on here.

    Yours, however, is most lovely ^_^

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  9. I agree with all of you. Nice poem.

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  10. Slant rhyme can be nice from time to time. I write poetry and short stories as well. :D

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  11. This is really great. I like you blog in general as well, I'll be sure to return. :)

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  12. Is this about tetris? Just kidding~

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