I dreamt about getting married
There were flowers in my pinned up messy bun
My gals were hyping me up to get ready,
I looked in the mirror
So numb, appalled
The thought of finding someone that
Wants to settle down with me
Shook my very core.
Did I force them to marry me?
Were we forced into a marriage?
I wouldn't know the person that I would marry
The face would be a blur.
I argue with my subconscious
For never giving me a face of who I am going to be with
But I love the feeling of one day
Knowing that someone out there would choose me
To be their arguing partner, a person that listens to my bickering
One that can handle my curiosity in everything
And the very being that shares learning experiences with me
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Contentment
PoetryContentment comes in all different forms; we get satisfied with what we are capable and incapable of doing in this life. These are the discoveries and little adventures I wanted to share with anyone who has ever felt lost and confused with finding t...