I wonder who I'll marry one day.
Is he living in the city, or living by the bay?
I wonder who he's falling for right now?
Will he get over her and end up finding me somehow?
I wonder how his heart is doing?
Is it broken, while waiting for my coming?
I wonder what sport he plays in school.
Is he part of a band? part of a club? Or just someone so cool?
I wonder how we'll meet.
Have we already?
Or he's still out there walking to me.
Wherever he is, I'll be waiting.
Because I know,
who ever he is,
He'll be perfect,
And fascinating.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
