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The Puzzle
I miss your warm touch on a cool spring evening I miss that flash of "I adore you" in your eyes Your half kiss leaves me wondering if it was really there
I walk through a breeze that carries your perfumed body in its path My nostrils flare with the desire of old But your fists at your side foretell a different fate
The broken puzzle of love lies strewn on the ground beside me Trying to put these pieces together They change as I hold them I attempt to guess their direction Not finding an answer
So I wander lost and tired Falling to one knee on a battlefield of despair The ruins of our love smolder about me Wait - is that a small fire of passion in the distance? Or but a reflection of love gone by? And with my heart in my throat I run... to find
The broken puzzle of love strewn on the ground beside me Trying to put these pieces together They change as I hold them I attempt to guess their direction Never to understand
Keith A. Simmons |
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Version 2.0
I wish I was software more easy to fix than this muddled mind of mine A code warrior or two and a weekend of work and I would be humming 'long fine
Dear Programmer fix bugs 2, 3 and 4 but please leave bug 1 alone Yes it makes me crazy half of the time but it feels like a place I call home
Rewrite the code here and tweak the code there but don't touch that old boyish grin Redirect the logic to stop looking out and instead, begin looking within
And then re-install with a quick double click and watch as the code gets unsnared And fix all the things that seem to run backwards and hold me while I get repaired
Keith A. Simmons |
