I am a listless romantic,
Still waiting for romance with a fairy tale ending.
Time is cruel, and vanity fades.
Still I sit and wait.

Lackadaisical,
My looks now lack decadency and my fashion has fallen out of taste.
Time is cruel, and age grows.
Still I sit and wait.

Cleary romance is but whimsical dreams and one must not rush in haste.
But time does not forgive, time does not see the beauty in the personality
Time is restless, angry, vibrant and a toxic lover
It takes a piece by piece of me.
Yet still I sit and wait.

Never knew pleasure, never knew the human touch.
Cling to false hopes that society has not lost reasoning, discernment is for looks and not “me”
Little did I know I was a dreamer, love is false, love is fake, love is based on illusion and myth.
I did not know how to play the game, I was not born to love, I was not born to touch, I was only born to sit and wait.

Breath becomes still
Now he comes to me
In my sleep, maybe finally I can find that love
As still I wait. . .