Friday, April 8, 2016

Let Her Come to Life

I do not want to be wasted.
Whenever I step into my inner world,
I see my potential greatness.
I see my ideal self slowly forming,
an image that's full and whole in the offing.
And I want her to come to life.
I want to know how she'll move her hands,
turn her head, walk and talk.
I want to breathe the air she'll take,
taste the words she'll speak,
and feel everything that'll touch her skin.
 And as soon as I feel her heartbeat,
that first gush of her blood into my veins,
I'll know, I won't be wasted.