Missin you.

Sometimes you can't say it a loud,
A lot of the times it's not allowed,
Thoughts of a lonely heart -
and a wandering mind.

You're okay with,
You're fine without.
But in the end -
You miss that feeling.
Or you're just missin her.

That girl -
The type for you,
Her - the right one.
The one who helped you to forget,
The past,
And again,
Made excited about the future.

The feelings of elation,
Oh how the world stopped for that moment.
It spinned so fast.
It felt so right.
You thought it was done -
The search.

Then again, like before..
It was short lived -
Yet you still long for it,
That spark,
That excitement.

Is it for me?
Can it last?
Maybe, just maybe,
You'll get your chance.
You'll get the story.


The story of you,
And her.
You'll give it all,
And get it all and more,
In return.
No more guessing.
No more searching
No more crap.

I'm ready for new scenery,
Ready for something consistent,
Ready for the right,
Ready for the win.

The time moves on,
So will you..
You'll accept your lot in life,
And be patient.

Till the time it plops on you,
When you find solidity,
And consistancy.