I miss you

I miss your face
I miss your smile
I miss your lips
I miss your kiss

I miss your hands
I miss your touch
I miss your arms
I miss your hugs

I miss YOU!

I want your heart
I want your love

I wish you loved me like I love you

Please let me in
Please let's give this a try
Please show me who you really are
I want you in my life

Are we Wise for starting this?
Are we Wise for continuing this?
What do you expect from this?
What can I expect from this?

Let's forget wisdom and just go for it.
I think we could really make it together
I feel so happy when I am with you
Let me fill your life and make it complete.

I miss you and I will be here for you when you decide it's time
to take the next step

What's next for me?

What is next for me? I often ponder over what path I will take next in this life as it is planted in front of me like wild flowers ready to be picked to display for all to see. What will be my next move? Will I pick the path with the flowers that bloom perfectly with their scent so fragrant they need nothing but a vase and some water, or will I choose to take the path of weeds that need to be pulled in order for me to see the wonderful aromatic flowers that will need attention for them to bloom to their fullest. It seems that I am always on the path that takes all my energy away and still I never seem to get to wear I want to be. Do I even know what I want and how to get it? That is a good question. One that I have no answer. I want a lot of things, but how to get them is part of the question. Working hard would be a start. After all I have experienced I think I need to choose wisely before I take that next path to where I will end up. Flowers? Weeds then flowers? Seems to me that taking the easy route would not be a challenge. I think I will welcome the challenge. It's more amusing that way. I look forward to what is next for me. Let's hope that I end up in a good place.

Something I just liked

Missing Piece

For years I have been fixing this mess of a jigsaw life.
Going through, and studying each piece.
Fitting them in, trying to find my base,
My corners.
And when I saw where something didn’t fit,
I found the problems.
And sorted them out
Things in the wrong place.
Some pieces didn’t fit.
And a few pieces were broken,
And needed to be fixed,
But over the years
I have gotten to the point,
Where it resembles the picture it should.
It is near complete, and I know the gaps.
I can see the shapes of the pieces that need to be found.
But I can’t see them.
I seem to be a piece missing.
I can feel that hole.
But can’t see where the missing piece is.

I am missing a piece.
And it is haunting me
Like a shadow,
That is still seen in the night.

Marc Robinson