Still Waiting
I'm still waiting for the one
that can hold me and tell me it's okay.
I'm waiting for him to let me
run to him at 3 AM in my PJs with messy hair and
mascara running down my cheeks
so he can tell me i'm beautiful-
and mean it.
I'm waiting for the boy to tell me
he loves me too.
I'm waiting for the one who will send me roses when I'm not well,
who will read me cute bedtime stories when I'm tired,
and who will hold my hand in front of his friends.
I'm waiting to see my mister perfect.
I'm waiting to feel his presence.
I'm waiting to be with him.
I'm waiting for that one boy who will laugh at my stupid jokes
and smile at my imperfections;
who won't hide his tears from me;
who isn't afraid to just be himself around me.
I'm not sure where he is,
But I'm still waiting.
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