Uneven

Two puzzle pieces, once so tight,

Now find themselves in a sorry plight.

They used to fit so perfectly,

But now they're mismatched, don't you see?

One piece tries to twist and turn, T

o make the match, but can only yearn.

For the other piece just won't comply,

And so their love begins to die.

The edges worn, the colors faded,

Their bond once strong, now dissipated.

The pieces try to force their way,

But the gap just grows with each passing day.

They both remember how it felt,

To be together, perfectly knelt.

But now the puzzle's lost its charm,

And they both know it's time to disarm.

The pieces lay there, side by side,

A testament to love that died.

And as they slowly drift apart,

They know they'll never mend their heart.

The puzzle pieces, once complete,

Now lay shattered at their feet.

Their love once whole, now incomplete,

A memory that's bittersweet.

The pieces long for days of old,

When they were one,

and love was bold.

But now they sit, alone and cold,

Their story left untold.

The puzzle box lies on the shelf,

A reminder of their former self.

But the pieces know, deep down inside,

Their love was flawed, they cannot hide.

They tried to fit, but couldn't find,

A way to mend their hearts and minds.

And so they'll stay, apart for life,

Two puzzle pieces, forever strife.

But still they hold a place in time,

A memory of love divine.

And though they couldn't make it last,

Their puzzle pieces remain steadfast.