We are all disorientated.
Awaiting that glorious moment,
for that individual to pour water over you so you can grow.
Like the blue rose in a winter field, even when there is a speck of snow.

You have pain and you are sorrowful.
You are that flower in the desert who needs water.
You are the baby girl who needs her mothers warm hugs.

You need warm hot chocolate in a red mug.

The thing is that individual knows what you need.
He is there to keep you safe,
To keep your heart sweet ,
He is there to hold you when you are afraid in the movie theater's backseat.

That individual is not me...
For I already found my bittersweet love story,
and for now it is incomplete.
All I am waiting for, is for you to find me.