This is the story of my life.
Living, breathing, being.
Loving hasn’t entered the picture yet,
But I keep hoping.

Maybe sometime in the future
It could happen,
But obviously it hasn’t yet
As my love life is nonexistent.

The hard part about it
Is definitely the waiting.
Seeing others hold hands, kiss,
My having to sleep alone.

That’s what I really want,
Strong arms to hold me
A soul to comfort mine
A heart to beat next to mine.