A poem of frustration.
Don’t you know that I liked you?
I really liked you.
Actually I still do.
Why cant it be the right time and place?
I want it to be now.
It seemed so right, so why isn’t it?
How absurd it is that I should find you,
but now I cant have you?
I have no patience for this, I am young and living now.
Why should maturity catch up to me and whisper words of wisdom in my ear?
I hear that good things come to those who wait, but I refuse to heed.
I want to wallow in my tantrum!
Scream at the fates!
Why? Why so dramatic?
Well I do happen to be a woman…
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