For a girl spoiled by books

Wait for tonight, sky with thousand stars,
bright full moon and a pair of shining eyes.
To the sound of music coming from bars,
You’ll be kissing lips that never lies.

Wait for tomorrow, the bell will ding.
You’re prince will come with roses and ring.
To the sound of sweet seranade
You’ll say yes, sure and unafraid

Wait for a week, and a bit more
God certainly listens when you implore!
To the sound of moan and groan,
You’ll go through your pain, all alone

Oh silly girl, you little fool!
You’re so lame and ridicule!
One day you’ll cry, you will lament,
for living in future, not in the present.

(Keep waiting for perfection
superb fiction’s reflection
and stay alone)

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