his turn

So I realize this poem is extremely cheesy and it sounds like a 5th grader could have written it but it's what I'm feeling and I feel like other girls can relate to it so I don't really care haha

The Waiting Game

Waiting, I know he's out there

I'm just not yet prepared.

Another day has passed without him

but I'm not the slightest bit despaired.

My days are spent hoping,

watching couples hand in hand

but to me another day is just

a timer full of sand.

I've rolled my dice to find him

so now he has the turn.

Each path I'm freely walking down

is another chance to learn.

Though pressure from the ones who care

is pressing in my head

you can't speed up the hands of time

no matter what words are said.

I keep my chin up waiting

and my standards higher too

I won't throw away dates with guys

if there'll be no follow through.

Though sometimes I want to give it up

and wash my hopes down the drain,

a broken heart means broken dreams

and tears falling like the rain.

I'll spend my days with company

until we finally meet

and we'll laugh and smile and bide our time

until my wait's complete. 

 So the seat is empty next to me

until he finally nears

but being alone in this crazy world

is the least of all my fears.