Lost peices seek only to find
Two twisted broken hearts bind.
Not all of the peices fit.
The ones that are left alone, that's it.
Isolated and in mourning
under the ground compleatly drowning.
So dark and bruised it can't shine.
Pain so heavy it breaks the line.
Briana Knight
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/land-of-lovers/
