All my friends tell me I'm a hopeless romantic.
Waiting for someone to come and
Sweep me off my feet like a prince
From those storybooks
Five year-old me was reading.
But unfortunately, they're right,
Cause though my man is not coming on white horse
I'm waiting for him to appear at my door.
I noticed you like girls
With hot pink fingertips
On petite silhouettes
Girls that make fun of you
With a sense of humor.
(What the heck)
It's got me wondering what makes these girls better than me.
Cause all this time I've been loving you
And you've been choosing them over me.
YOU ARE READING
I should take my own advice (Things I say but it's only in my head)
Poetry(Things I say but it's only in my head - nuggets of wisdom from a chaotic teenage mind, trying to make a place in this world while staying true to myself and my values. Includes sarcastic commentary, and exasperated sayings as well as bursts of an...
