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Join Date: Sep 2010
Posts: 4
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New Member
Join Date: Sep 2010
Posts: 4
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Missing Pieces
A few missing pieces,
Can't make out the face.
This puzzle of mine,
This incredible waste.
I search high and low
to quench my desire.
Under the pillow,
next to the fire.
What will I do if I fail to complete-
this puzzle of love,
this puzzle of deceit?
A few pieces missing,
What will they say?
She must be a failure,
Been lead far astray.
How can I ever tell them I tried-
to keep all my pieces,
to own all my pride.
My missing pieces,
I wear on my sleeve.
Why, you ask?
Just take me, or leave.
At my own expense, I'm honest with this.
And in return, I gain true friendships.
For those who focus on pieces not there
can be filtered out for all I care.
A few missing pieces,
I can't be ashamed.
I'll take your rejection,
I'll hear your harsh claims
These missing pieces don't change what's there now
in my puzzle of life, I've come to find out.
Coming to terms with the loss of myself,
my missing pieces,
my internal wealth-
is hard I find, but truly best
when you take a step back
and take a deep breath-
Now think of all the pieces you hold
of love, knowledge, friends new and old.
Owning each sacred piece that you have
will leave you fulfilled when you take a step back.
A few pieces missing
the face re-appears
Now I can dry my face from the tears.
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