Feeling ancient
Dear husband, you are still a dream to me,
Elusive like never before but I catch glimpse of you in some guys I see
I laugh but it seems like I’m groping in the dark desperately
It’s not a good look admittedly
But the time is ticking, trying not to be picky
But it’s useless to give my time to guys I ain’t feeling
And those that make my heart flutter
To them I don’t matter
I’m steady tryna make wise moves, but I’m failing cause it ain’t you
And all I need is a Goliath of patience, but how do I combat feeling ancient?












