Waiting

Can't tell you how I've waited for that person

longer and longer still it doesn't seem worth it

although my life is still near the beginning it feels like forever

trying to be patient while dealing with a seemingly endless endeavour

I can't say I never, feel like a candidate

searching and fighting for a position like everyone else

I'm not asking for much, just someone when I'm around I can simply be myself

one who can feel you back and still love you for who you are

bringing you to life, more valuable than the brightest star

I thought I drew near on quite a few occasions

but it turns out I was wrong, revelation

I know things aren't always what they seem

why can't I find a true love bursting at the seams

 

I've seen it before I know that it's real

why is it for me it appears so surreal

for me it's ideal that I find this one person

I know they'll come along one day so I'm still searchin

but at the same time I've begun not to care

how can you be wrong so many times that you just stop and stare

but I guess that's just apart of life, you live and you learn

some never end up finding it, they probably express even more concern

even still I try to stay hopeful

awaiting the day I  get the chance to make a proper proposal

but until then I  keep parts of me looked away

knowing that there is only one other person who will understand what I say

maybe one day that perfect person will be revealed

someone that means the world who can break the seal

so for now I'll just wait and maybe one day she'll come to me

I await the day I can trust someone enough to give them the key.

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