The Wilted Rose

Take Your Time

I often find myself spaced out with these thoughts

Thoughts of you

You, who does not yet exist

Wishing you'd come to me

Just a bit sooner

I want to know how you'll look

Like me or my other half

What will you like

What will you do?

But despite that, I am often scared

Because what if I'm not ready

To bear the weight of your existence 

On my shoulders

So until you come to me

I'll improve

Because your happiness

And your health

Is what I desire most

So although I want you now

With every fiber of who I am

I know you'll come when we're both ready

So tiny little baby

Take your time