Here is a poem that i take very personaly. I typed it out today, i didn't write it on scratch paper, there is no rough draft for this poem. it's plain and simple. So take it however you want too.
*~I'll never be complete~*
I feel it,
we're drifting,
every day,
farther appart,
in evry way,
with every passing hour,
i see your words,
i watch them fade,
paragrphs,
to little lines,
long conversations,
to a passing glance,
where are you?
i ask myself,
on cloudy mornings,
please keep your coat on,
it's cold out,
in the world today,
late nights,
long talks,
little laughs,
inside jokes,
thanksgiving,
falltime,
cell phones,
tough times,
tears,
love,
distance,
these are a few,
of my favorite things,
some good,
some bad,
but when,
i peice them together,
i get you,
but i'm not enough,
for some reason,
i'm like a puzzle,
missing that little piece,
that you never can find,
i found that part i'm missing,
but it'll never be a part of me,
because it's nearly gone,
your my puzzle piece,
and i need you,
i need you so bad,
withought you,
i'll never be complete,
and as i watch you slip away,
i'll look out my window,
on a wendsday morning,
and i'll wish i had said,
all the things,
i was too afraid too say,
and if you ever think of me,
that day,
as your slowly walk away,
think of a puzzle,
that's missing it's piece,
i'm missing you,
and i'll never be complete.
*~I'll never be complete~*
I feel it,
we're drifting,
every day,
farther appart,
in evry way,
with every passing hour,
i see your words,
i watch them fade,
paragrphs,
to little lines,
long conversations,
to a passing glance,
where are you?
i ask myself,
on cloudy mornings,
please keep your coat on,
it's cold out,
in the world today,
late nights,
long talks,
little laughs,
inside jokes,
thanksgiving,
falltime,
cell phones,
tough times,
tears,
love,
distance,
these are a few,
of my favorite things,
some good,
some bad,
but when,
i peice them together,
i get you,
but i'm not enough,
for some reason,
i'm like a puzzle,
missing that little piece,
that you never can find,
i found that part i'm missing,
but it'll never be a part of me,
because it's nearly gone,
your my puzzle piece,
and i need you,
i need you so bad,
withought you,
i'll never be complete,
and as i watch you slip away,
i'll look out my window,
on a wendsday morning,
and i'll wish i had said,
all the things,
i was too afraid too say,
and if you ever think of me,
that day,
as your slowly walk away,
think of a puzzle,
that's missing it's piece,
i'm missing you,
and i'll never be complete.
