Incomplete is the morning when I don't hear your voice
like a nightingale it sounds sweet and soulful in its purpose
Incomplete is the day when I don't see your smile
radiant and bright my heart is lit like a light
Incomplete is the night when I don't dream of your beauty
how restless I become I feel caged with such fury
Incomplete am I without, my dearest heart
- Title: Incomplete...
- Artist: when11meets11
this is a great poem ive wrote! ^^
rate and comment please!
- Date: 06/28/2009
- Tags: incomplete