Mood Mosaic

I’m a puzzle piece, you’re the frame I fit,

But the corners are sharp, and they pinch a bit.

The rhythm of your heartbeat skips, skips, skips,

Like a jazz refrain on a midnight trip.

I see colors where there’s black and white,

Feel the sunshine in the dead of night.

It’s a mood, it’s a maze, it’s a carousel,

Round and round, I can’t quite tell.

Is it joy, is it pain, or something in-between?

This crazy little thing they call a dream.

Your laugh is a melody, sweet and sly,

But it tangles my thoughts like clouds in the sky.

Every look’s a lyric, every sigh’s a song,

But the tune keeps changing, am I singing it wrong?

I hear whispers in the crashing waves,

Every note is a heart I crave.

It’s a mood, it’s a maze, it’s a carousel,

Round and round, I can’t quite tell.

Is it love, is it fear, or something in-between?

This crazy little thing they call a dream.