They were like puzzle pieces Their pieces fit together Those pieces sit together, Connecting the imperfections and insecurities
Over time, they solidify Almost becoming one fully functional puzzle Displaying a beautiful image of two people Merged into one.
But what happens? What happens when piece by piece the puzzle is disassembled. By the people around it, by the creator itself Pieces get lost over time, sometimes they're put back, But they're always lost again.
Until one day, finally, the puzzle is broken up and put into a box. Stored on a shelf somewhere, Maybe, possibly going to be taken out again, and reassembled. Nobody knows what's going to happen, I guess that's what fate is...
Our new president. A little bird. Twitter bird, flighty, singing those little annoying songs, the tweets which all are unnessasary. If this is the type of person that can control our entire country now, what are we doing?! His power is earned through his money, which is earned from who knows what. I hope that you all can ignore this little bird, as much as he may scare you. His power, is much less than all of ours when we stand together as one. No matter your skin color, or religion. No matter what you wear. I accept you, We accept you. You are not alone.