The puzzle

by Auston   May 13, 2008


She is a puzzle
a labyrinth
a maze
an ever changing path to nowhere

never the same
changing over night
or changing
when you blinked

one day she likes
blue
the next day she likes
red

why would someone
keep coming back?
me?
to find a pattern

to find a pattern
to finish the puzzle
to find the exit
to the labyrinth my heart is trapped in

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