RHYME Poem: Puzzle Pieces & The Cherry Jumper, by Damian Greystoke

I’m getting kinda pretty so I guess I’m alright,
Putting pieces back together till I’m glad I’m alive,
But I feel so much better with a flick of my knife,
Or a kiss of your lips, but you aren’t here tonight.

That time you caught me crying, and I lied to you,
It wasn’t my mistrust, it’s just, even I’m confused.
I’m meant to be a lime boy, beaten and bruised.
sure squeeze me to death, I’ll season your soup.

When your mother called me Berry,
It made no sense to you,
She said I could wear cherry,
but I’d still be dark blue.

I’ll put them pieces back together, hope I’m alright,
I’m taking better care, than I did before,
I even went as far as throwing away my knife,
I’m still a sour, lime-like boy, beaten and sore.

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