Romans & histoires Puzzle Piece Lyrics

The puzzle was almost complete, but one crucial piece was missing. I felt safe and stable, but imprisoned by my own heart. The world I inhabited was perfect, so why didnt it feel perfect. And then just like that... the image shattered like glass.

"You're the puzzle, and I'm the missing piece that always fits to save you, Ruby." The words felt so natural, so right. Her lips parted, her breath hitching slightly. And then, without thinking, I kissed me.

He said, “I believe you. You may still be crazy but I believe what you are saying. This world has a lot more in it than we could possibly imagine. I believe there is a possibility of peace, magic and even love but it’s not just anyone that can find it. People are either so caught up in everyday strife and meaningless details that they can’t see what is right in front of them or they have been shunned and ridiculed by others until they lose the ability to see it too. So yes Danny, I believe you. What’s your next question?” My Gods did he just say what I think he said. “I believe you.” I was trying to wrap around the only answer I ever wanted from anyone and never, not once got. “I believe you

“You won’t.” “I might.” He leaned back, studying me with a look that made my skin prickle. “No, you won’t. Because you’re too smart to walk back into the fire when I’m offering you a way out.” His hand moved to the puzzle on the side of the desk, that same unfinished puzzle with the missing center piece. He picked up a black piece, turned it between his fingers, then set it down deliberately, still not in the empty spot. “You’re like this puzzle, Miss Lena,” he said softly. “Almost complete. But missing something. You need a place. A purpose. I’m giving you one.”

“This is?” Realizing the familiar scene, yet put on a heavy emphasis towards the difference of each shard and broken pieces. Where a particular scene is playing at each broken one, yet peculiarly some scenes that are too blurry to see are falling fast than the others. Hitting that somewhat none existing floor and breaking it into much tinier pieces and vanishing into thin air. The ones that remain afloat and different from the latter are now facing her. Like a puzzle that she needed to solve, yet is bringing the warning that’s making her sweat with coldness and unexplainable dread that she never had before. Each piece of the glass is showing her a promise, yet somewhat a curse that are and m

I say slowly as reality sinks in. One more piece of the puzzle fixed.

“If our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now... Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did.. looking like a true survivor.. feeling like a little kid..” I move to the mirror, picking up my toothbrush and rinsing it. “I'm still standing after all this time... Picking up the pieces of my life without you by my side...” I squirt toothpaste in it and pop it in my mouth. I am humming along to the words, eyes closed. I am moving around, swaying my hips in tune to the music.

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ Every moment replayed, like a haunting song, A bittersweet melody, where I don't belong. In the depths of my solitude, I weep and cry, For a love that was forbidden, never meant to fly. ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ I'll pick up the pieces, though my heart is in pain,

Pouting, the angels of death turned around and started weeping. "Why don't I have such a nice daughter like you?" I reached out to touch their faces. Then, I gave them the doll. "I'm leaving now. This is a present for you two." Seeing that they were about to burst into tears again, I quickly ran toward the light. Behind me, they shouted, "Xenia, may you live a blessed life!" I silently promised them I would. Determined, I leaped into the light. My body became lighter and lighter until I merged into the surroundings.