Where’s My Man
These guys are such terrible actors.
That’s how I know they’re impostors,
but I’m looking for love not talent,
so I’m starting to get impatient.
Somebody tell me how can I laugh,
when I can’t find my other half.
So “where is he?” The man who was made for me. Because it seems like I’ve searched for a century, and it feels like I’ve search the entire country. However, I can’t seem to find the right man, and I’m starting to get angry,
so I hope and pray to God, that he’s not six feet under in the cemetery.
From the ebook "unique poems" by Cindy Christmas on amazon kindle.
