Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

They say good things come to those who wait,

But how long can a man wait before he's forced to create.

His own good things- Because happiness has missed me,

And I wonder if when I'm gone- Will the world will really miss me.

I wonder if in my history- I will ever feel again,

I wonder if I'll ever find out- If this thing called 'love' is real again.

I will never deal again- 'Cuz now Im all out of cards,

Seems like I'm just a number and life is the Queen of Hearts.

I should've seen this part- But I was blinded by my own prayers,

It's been a constant uphill battle- But I've been climbing up the wrong stairs.

No one cares- That much has already been established,

There's too much pain with no happy moments- I'm just trynna create a balance.

My talents have deminished- I'm nearly finished and through,

You gotta take the good with the bad- But when there's no good, what do you do?

Surrounded by failure- So success seems like a dream,

But at night I can't sleep- So dreaming is impossible for me.

Happiness doesn't come free- But pain don't cost a thing,

And I'm already emtionally poor- So I just accept what Life brings.

And what the night brings- Which for me is another chance,

To reminisce about what I could've had- Had things been placed in my hands.

But they were always out of reach- So now I guess it's too late,

They say patience is a virtue- And good things come to those who wait.

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