Who could ever love an Eliza?
Awkwardly a little too tall,
Possessing a dorky laugh,
Silly mannerisms,
And,
Above all,
A dream of love.
An Eliza writes poetry,
Crying to God for answers to life's questions,
Asking for God to provide some form of companionship.
An Eliza,
Is impatient,
Her largest downfalls,
Impatience,
Caring too much.
An Eliza is an Eliza,
But,
Is that a good thing?

She's using you.
Can't you see?
My heart is hurting for you.
She needs a shoulder to try on,
Your emotions blind you to the manipulation.
Why settle for one love,
When you can have two?
Don't you realise,
You are so heart over head.
Dear friend,
Why do you not see.

Heal me Jesus,
I am broken and hurting.
Cleanse me Jesus,
I am impure and *****.
Teach me Jesus,
I want to know more about You.
Hold me Jesus,
I am lonely.
Love me Jesus,
Though I am unworthy.

Everybody,
Has somebody.
Whether it is mutual love,
Unrequited,
Or lustful,
Everybody,
Has somebody.
Except me.

I dreamt you kissed me last night.
Two pairs of eyes,
Yours and mine,
Looking for an answer to a question...
"May I kiss you?"
Never said, but most definitely thought, loudly.
Too loudly.
Our noses touching now, the slight tilt of my head...
The kiss.
We kissed in the back of a moving car,
Your hands ran through my hair.


Only a Dreamers' Kiss,
An imaginary romance.
You'd never feel that way.

You expect me to sit here and wait for you?
We both know how impatient I am.
Not like I have a choice,
Waiting for a man who may or may not exist.
Can't you just stop hiding in the shadows?
Come sweep me off my feet,
Serenade me?
Can you stop waiting for me to deal with my problems,
You can help me deal with them!
I can't do this alone,
Although we both know I'm not alone.
Are you waiting for Him to tell you to take centre stage?
Will you capture my attention in a beautiful way?
Oh darling, why must you be so slow in arriving,
I dearly want you sitting next to me,
Playfully mocking my silly mannerisms,
Not letting me say one evil or unkind word about myself.
I'm praying for you love,
For the day we meet.
Until then,
I will wait.
**I will pray.

What if you laugh?
Will you mock my poetry?
It's only,
The cry of a cracking heart.
Will you be scared away,
Like all the others?
Will you stay,
Out of pity?
What if you hate me?
What if I am too scared to ever tell you?
What then?
What if?