When will I have love?
The ones that the pretty little songs love to swoon over
I find it impossible to find the real deal
Like the ones from the books of endless dances
Movies of letter writing and poem readings
It's a drag not knowing when someone will dip me and tell me "why you look beautiful tonight"
Tell me a story of forever love
Where I can't recognize the smile in the mirror
Will I be the cheer on someone's day?
Their prayer on a Sunday morning?
Grab my hand and run with me to my surprise
Surprise of a knee and a "I Love You"
Perhaps Love isn't what God has in store for me
But to know what he has makes me all the more eager.
YOU ARE READING
Not So Poetry
PoesíaWriting is fun and doesn't always need to be a constant narrative
