Missing Piece
I’m searching for the missing pieces The things that don’t complete me! I’m not entirely null, But I can see what can fill me! It’s near me. I wanted to grab on to that to make me whole and never let go But it would choke that poor piece of my void, It’s got a life of its own. To be unfullfilled, and watch it from a distance, Gave me a high, much higher than any substance I will not grab it! I will attract it, Manifest, and it will come, Perhaps in my next life. Or I’ll settle for something similar, This life until I die.