I’m twenty five, and i have yet to have my first real kiss.
I don’t know why I’m waiting.
I see God sending everyone to their final destination in love;
I sit back and i wonder, “why are you skipping me?”
I gave my purity away when i was 22.
I don’t know why, i should’ve waited.
Because now we hardly talk and i can’t stand her.
And my life since has been a curveball of lust, and living below Gods standard.
Five years until I’m thirty
And i think I’ve figured it out.
My first real kiss won’t be a one night stand,
My final destination in love will be somebody that i entrust my heart to.
Somebody that i can trust not to mess it up.
It’s very fragile.
So i think i understand now why God likes to take his time.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
I’m twenty five, and i have yet to have my first real kiss.
I don’t know why I’m waiting.
I see God sending everyone to their final destination in love;
I sit back and i wonder, “why are you skipping me?”
I gave my purity away when i was 22.
I don’t know why, i should’ve waited.
Because now we hardly talk and i can’t stand her.
And my life since has been a curveball of lust, and living below Gods standard.
Five years until I’m thirty
And i think I’ve figured it out.
My first real kiss won’t be a one night stand,
My final destination in love will be somebody that i entrust my heart to.
Somebody that i can trust not to mess it up.
It’s very fragile.
So i think i understand now why God likes to take his time.
