Blend

About two people who wonder if their other half truly exists

Two pieces of jigsaw

Stuck at far ends of the world

They try to find

Their perfect fit

But alas

Do they not know

That the ones they think will fit

Are the ones who never will

He sits in his studio everyday

Thinking that he will give up 

The search

She sighs and stares

At the the brightest star

Tears are streaming down her face

She too thinks

That maybe she will be lonely

But does she know

That boy in the studio

Is the one who fits
The jigsaw piece of her heart
Does she know

That they will meet
Someday in an obscure street
Where the streetlights

Will make him seem

Like an angel of the night

Does he know

That he will realize

That she is the one
When the alcohol rushes in their bloodstream
And their lips meet
Does he know

That they will blend? 

Author's Note

so um...hi...this is my first time posting a poem. Please tell me what you think.