What to think. Or where to go.
Where to hide. Or what to say.
God, this can't truly be this difficult can it?
I see what I'm learning. Patience. Honesty.
But even though, all that I want to see, is you.
Where I want to be, is in your arms.
What I want to see, are those blue eyes, smiling down at me.
That sweater you wear. The way you laugh, at my incompetent jokes, or attempts we shall call them.
I wish with all that I am, for this to be real.
For what I've been told, the stories I've begun to unfold.
For this fairy tale, to take me away.
I've got a King. I am His daughter.
But one day, the Princess, must find someone right? The King, must give her the Prince.
God, please let this be it.
Please, let this be the time it all changes.
God, give me the strength . To accept what I cannot render, or change.
And to accept, that you've got a plan. And I'll never be able to render that one.
