I’ve been watching for you all of my life,
But no one so far seems to be right.
I’ve seen others unite and it’s caused me much strife,
To know that you haven’t yet crossed my sight.
Where are you?
It seems like I have been alone for ages and ages,
Wandering and wondering if love is for real.
Sometimes the only solace I find is within the pages,
Of books that I rip through with zeal.
Where are you?
But books are made up and the characters fake,
Thought up by some soul who writes what he dreams.
So how can I be sure that love will ever take
A hold upon you and fill your heart to burst at the seams.
Where are you?
Do you even exist or am I speaking to air,
And trying to comfort the emptiness inside.
I am so ready it is difficult to bear
And continue thinking about the place you abide.
Where are you?
No I mustn’t give in to these feelings of desolation
Because surrendering seldom compliments the people I’ve seen.
At this point in my life there is some consolation,
For truthfully I am only sixteen.
