Bedrock

for you,

I would rearrange

every atom,

in my body

every epimone

in my DNA,

every neuron,

in my brain.

but,

as for my soul,

it cannot be

reshaped

to anything

but its form

how I wish,

ours fit

yogether

and yet

I was left

with trying to fit

a square peg,

In a round hole,

covered in tears

upon tears

for it

would not

go in