Yardsale Puzzles

 ive got curves and a straight edge

help me resurrect the border

im not a void filler

im just building the structure to make it stronger.

its a puzzle, its a mystery

when the definitions waning

im still holding up the pieces

to make my heart keep beating.

ive got my pile and you have yours

connect our curves for an edge of reason

of our puzzle we'll make the picture

but in our madness we'll find no meaning.

there's a hole inside this whole

we can't discern the purpose

im left sitting, lonely, wondering

youre left staring out the window.

the once empty box is filling

with the pieces im tired of fitting

so i gave up your lack of answers

and i gave up all my questioning.

its a puzzle, its a mystery

when the definitions waning

im still holding up the pieces

to make my heart keep beating.