Complete

The sand tickles the toes on my feet.

So I pick a dry spot and take a seat.

Oh how the ocean smells so sweet.

Sitting here, I now feel complete.

Sitting here, where I can see the sea.

Here I can be who I want to be.

Here I can fly, here I can be free.

Here I can finally just be me.

 

So I go to work for old fisherman Pete.

And find a little shack, right down the street.

I spend my days, fishing in the heat.

I spend my nights, on a beach retreat.

I think that most of you would agree,

that I'm in paradise, to some degree.

But something is missing, here by the sea.

someone is missing, here beside me.

 

Then, in the sand, I chanced to meet.

A pair of blue eyes, A frail pair of feet.

So I stand up, and nervously greet,

The girl who will redefine sweet.

The girl who will become the key

Who will see me on bended knee

And someday, truly complete what is me.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

this was so sweet, I totally adored it, so innocent, so wishful without wanting. thank you for submitting this to my contest. lara g.

[Céce]

A gorgeous little piece of a poem. I like how you show that just living an easy life is never going to give that feeling of "completeness". Again, the effortless rhymes never cease to amaze me. Great job, Caleb. You keep writing, okay? :)

-Jane

[brittneymarie]

aww this was such a wonderful poem :]
You did an exellent job with the words and rhythm

Great job

,BrittneyMarie