useless

my 2nd writing, i would love feedback, i am just learning

what good is a pen that does not write?
how about a car that does not move?
or a tree that never grows?

useless, that's what we would always call these things.
but not today, today we call them, almost complete.

i, i am complete. because i believe the last corner of my puzzle is love.
and i have that, in a small person, cute, fun, and loves to snuggle.
one who walks around with my heart in there chest.
who makes the day brighter and the air sweeter.

the ink to my pen, the gas to my car and the water to my tree.
the ones who makes the wheel of life and the feeling of happiness visit me everyday.
who can take that away?
nobody but one.
he sits in his chair and plots the way he will go about it.
but he cant, he has tried. and he has failed.
he wears his hood over his face, to cover the failure of yet another attempt.
as i smile yet again because i have another day to see the face that makes me happy every time i get a glimpse.