I wait
I wait,
I wait to see what my future holds for me
In its hands bigger than the ocean
And warm as a volcano
I wait,
I wait till the day I figure every puzzle piece of my life so far.
that puzzle will show my points of my life that were lower than the bottom of the sea.
It will also show me the points of my life that almost touch God himself.
I wait,
I wait to feel the love of another human being
strong enough to push a mountain a hunderd miles.
and as beautiful as sunshine on a warm summer morning.
I wait,
till I have little minds of my own running from each end of my little home
I will love them with every piece of my heart and soul
even to the moon and five times back
I am done waiting,
I am, slowly picking up the millions of puzzle pieces.
Some maybe darker than black but I will accept them and keep moving
those are making my highs so much better.
I am,
I am, more in love with a man than myself.
my love will never die unless I am dying with it.
Our love is as beautiful as sunshire on a warm summer morning.
I am,
I am, finding the time to make the little minds of mine.
they are not yet here but I already feel my love being bigger
than five times to the moon and back.
I am not waiting anymore, I am living.
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