Description: I do tend to write rather strange, and it's probably terrible and hard to understand. But bare with me. I am still learning. Thoughts please, and any suggestions you may have will help me. Thankyou.
I've been waiting some time now, to see you.
All the while just longing to place my kiss upon your brow.
But, when you turn around, all instead I see are,
Missing pieces where
We'll never figure out our complicated murderous plan.
And right; we never tend to be.
I sailed that boat,
While you just stood there tripping over the hanging ropes and food filled barels.
I thought you knew the directions but you're careless.
Careless as a mother bird who flew from her nest to feed the children,
But that male bird winked his eye,
And she followed him with a new plan.
Not bad. I take issue with you calling someone honey in a poem but I like the general breazyness. The images are decent enough and the legnth each line gives you a restrained subtle voice. Thanks for the comment. Keep what messing with your themes and you'll do well.