I tire of hearing it from everybody
The same old words
"You'll find someone soon"
"Be patient"
Said indifferently
As if it's no big deal
"It'll happen soon enough"
But patience isn't my forté.
I tire of waiting
For the right guy to turn up
And grab me by the heart
And never let go
And each and every guy
Comes with corrupted touches.
"It'll happen soon enough"
But patience isn't my forté.
I tire of this same old life
With no love in the days
And hatred in the nights
Without any fire
Without any electricity
To brighten things up in life
"It'll happen soon enough"
But patience isn't my forté.
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Poems About Him
Poetry|A collection of poems • ɯᴉɥ ʇnoqɐ| |Feelings hurt| --- Why, oh why Must you torment me With those eyes of yours? With those dimples of yours? With that smile of yours?
