And just for thought...
I wished for a love all my own.
Will my faith stay strong?
Tears come when I see weddings on television,
making myself laugh afterwards each time for the sappiness of me.
Will I admit that I long to walk down that aisle to a man who wants only me?
To the world, I need no one but I know, at heart, I am a fool for candles and rose petals.
I broadcast that I can make it without anyone and I can.
I can carry my family on my own two shoulders and I will.
And if a man never touches me again, I will be fine.
It has never been a question of need, it is a matter of want.
In the night, under the stars, among a breeze, I admit I wish for someone.
Will my belief that he hears me tide me over until he walks through that door?
Tears fall when I see families together in commercials,
making myself laugh at my ridiculous emotional notions.
I admit despite the fists I throw in the air, sometimes it would be nice to put them down.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.