It Was'nt the Piece of My Puzzle

In this place, we all rise and fall,
breaking into pieces of agony and attempts to take, 
forfeiting somehow cause the sun blocks our eyes to see above zest, 

The soul didn't give a glance,
as she cried and moaned,
He craved her beliefs and ways,
As they both separated in different corners of this place,
Helpless.

The irony is that she left for another soul, 
as today he cries in joy,
to keep her gay inside her jar of untouchable words.

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