Worth the Wait
Nah, I’ll pass
Waiting for the real thing
Something that will last
Not burn and fizzle fast
Substance and longevity is what I crave
I respect myself, and that is why I behave.
I don’t fall for the ready smile and charm
Well, not anymore at least.
Words have taught me that they can harm.
I don’t want to be someones temporary feast.
Time can trickle by
I may even sometimes cry
Loneliness can trickle in
But God is writing my story
And I know that with and in Him
My soul and I will win
My heart will be shared
With the man God desires for me,
Not someone named Mr. Temporary.