In my youth,

I wanted a friend.

And I begged the universe

To gift me with one person

Who I could turn to.

I could just imagine

The person I’d meet.

They would be there…

Someday…

I just knew it. 

Perhaps she’d have

Beautiful blue eyes.

(That pierce my heart)

A head of striking blonde,

(Drifting gently in the wind…

Like we drifted apart)

And a preppy personality.

(That faded with time)

Perhaps he’d have

Pearly white teeth,

(With a poisonous smile)

Hair cut close to his head,

(Just barely shorter than

The time were friends)

And a cunning mind.

(That used me)

Perhaps they’d have

Vibrant blue locks,

(That drew my attention)

A slender figure,

(Slim as any

Chance of friendship)

And a hopeful spirit

(With no hope for me)

I must’ve walked (away from) by her

I must’ve missed (been fooled by) him

I must’ve forgotten (disappointed) them. 

Still I can't help but hope with all my heart.

That person will stand by me… someday.