The Perfect Date
His name is D.
Dates consist of playing b-ball at the park,
Studying in between classes and sometimes even on our lunch breaks,
Parking lot conversations till gets dark,
Eating snacks from home talking about one day we’ll afford steaks,
A few times we tried and planned something nice,
Never goes as planned another bill came up,
Start questioning why? frustration on a rise,
Patience runs low when stress starts to build up,
This is the only reason why we fight,
If God brought us together than whats with these tests
We’d be perfect if only the money was right,
Eyes closed and on his chest my head is rests,
Fall asleep all that over time has been exhausting,
Dreaming about the day we’ll laugh about it all,
It’ll all be different when we’re actually working on our calling,
Wake up, pray to God once again picks us up when we fall .
P.S. one day
