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Worth the Wait


Honey-tongued devil, words so sweet He once said he'd "wait for me" That was the plan, indeed, waiting But he would go if I wasn't ready to please He left so fast, he was in such a hurry But, I attempted to not worry I soon felt a kick, a large one indeed I was in pain, in dire need My mind would whisper while my lips wouldn't move. I needed him then, I needed him soon. A father, of course, he couldn't be, He can't love her, he won't love me. A stand for one night I refuse to be, You can love someone, I'm here, love me. That moment wasn't special, I fret at the thought Of you not staying. Who would've thought? Eternally a pair, with plans to conquer the world, Now you refuse to even touch our baby girl. Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, This is what we could've done Great thing we didn't have a daughter AND a son.
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