i have spent too much of my seventeenth
loving the man who did not care the least
wasting precious time of my breath on he
when i could have mastered & explored
the truth be told i was not in love with him
just the simple idea of what could have been
if he was the perfect match for my existence
but at the end of the day he was not sadly
& after i opened my eyes some more
i realized he will never be the man i dreamt
because perfect does not exist in his dictionary
it was not anything he could have changed
or said to make me want to stay any longer
but it was my own choice after pain & tears
that i deserve a love that is innocently pure
the kind that i have trying for so long in life
& i will wait until the end of time if means
to be granted that one true love with a man
who will forever treat me like his only queen