Incomplete
By
hecanwritetoo
Half of Me is ready
the other part is yet to come on shore
Like the painting still at the gallery
waiting
to soon add ambience somewhere
making a house into a home
Like the new soft drink you desire to sip for taste
but need the Sunday paper coupon to purchase
Just in case it is a waste
At least you wouldn't have spent full price
Remember that roasted garlic pasta that was supposed to be low cal
The diet now two years in the grave
That kiss from that someone still on the lips
Eventhough love said goodbye six years ago
When is the rest of me
Going to come forward
Step through this half-open doorway
Cross the threshold
When the I meets the You
So We can become Us
I can finally be Me
New, whole at long last the person I AM supposed to be
no longer incomplete
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