Least You Find Me
I sit awaiting him
but thy skin withers
thy soul shivers
It has to endure
the cold cruel world
waiting for him
falling for all the wrong
men but just mere
past times
mere preperations
for the one who will save me
yet each time I let another touch
I realize he wasn't the one
he wasn't you dear soul mate
and therefore my heart has to endure
and as I wait my hope gets sliced and diced
I pray each day as my skin begins to wither
that when you find me
you won't gallop right on by
because all you'll see is
a bitter old woman
who bleed all her beauty
waiting for the one
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