Sometimes I think I’m a blink of an eye in your existence.
Like a word waiting to get erased from every paragraph or even a sentence.
It feels like there is a wall I can’t break through to get remotely close to your heart.
Every time I’ve come across a close encounter it’s like I’m a jigsaw puzzle waiting to get torn apart.
Could you draw me a map so I can find your love.
So I can feel like I’m jigsaw puzzle that’s been made from the heavens above.
Who’s heart could never be crushed or even close to broken.
Because you’re the love of my life in history waiting to be written.
By Aaron Austin