A little poem about a sense of being a part of something.old socks
Old socks You picked me
Me, from the shadows of your mind.
Me, your chosen one. Me?
From the shards of light of your brain you connected.
Shone upon my soul
You enveloped me with your family, included me
Like telepathy, reading my mind, my
messed up mind you take me, nurture me
Seeing the bit of my heart that was torn
Now pieced, locked into yours
Like a puzzle, the last piece missing ,
searching, searching
And , and you found me, the missing piece
The central piece to the pattern, to make it complete