Pillows and Blankets

You should be here by now,

Waiting for you is like waiting for a car ride,

I thought I saw you a thousand times before,

But it's never you,

Just silmilar types but the wrong person,

I'm still waiting here alone,

For you to come along and take me for the ride of my life,

The only things keeping me warm in bed at night,

Are pillows and blankets,

(A poor substitution to the real solution,)

And the occasional dream about you and I,

And the adventures we'll have together,

Beating back the bills and having kids,

The nice kinds that keep you on your toes,

The boy'll be a wiz I bet...

But I'm getting ahead of myself,

You're not here yet,

Only a few ways to keep warm at night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm still waiting around for miss perfect and I'm getting impatient dammit.

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Shaketa Copelin's picture

This was hott. I really enjoyed your poem. Patience is a virtue. I'm sure God is leading her your way right now...