Missing Pieces

I'm concentrating piecing my life together. There is a missing piece and a broken piece. The broken piece fits into the missing piece but its painful trying to force it in. Taking it away makes my life looks in complete. So its either endure the pain or just leave my life with a hole.

The master painter looks at it and wonders when they boy will let him paint the missing piece. The boy on the other hand keeps praying that the master painter will fit the missing piece as soon as possible. But only the master painter knows best. Only He will decide when.

The boy is broken. From that hole in his life melodies of her springs forth. The boy wants to move on. But he loved those sweet memories. He wished to be blind. He doesn't wanna see things that will hurt. The broken piece was all he wanted. But its ugly and painful to force that piece in.

So what would the boy do? He doesn't know himself. He's been crying out to the master painter, but there is no answer yet. He fills the missing piece with songs he writes, sealed with memories of her scent. That's all he has left, mixed with sweet memories.

the boy is struggling through life. he wanna smile, but its hard