ineedyou91

I wondered if there’s actually what we called destiny.
And someone out there is really meant for me.
I used to believe in the existence of Mr. Right,
But as I grow old, I see the world in a different sight.
I’ve met several guys every now and then.
And I have laid myself to some of them.
Some are truly worth keeping for,
But suddenly the feeling fades like the sea that left the shore.
And so I always ask myself, who really is the one I want?
Perhaps, in finding the right person I should never ever daunt.
Still I wondered if Mr. Right does really exist,
Or if he could just be a pain in the neck or a nuisance pest.
Many people said that I shouldn’t search for him at all.
For he might just be around, could be the one I met on the hall.
They even added that he could be the one I least expect.
But I said; “What the heck is this some kind of a trick?!”
Base on my vivid fantasy,
Mr. Right for me is someone cool and easy.
A lil’ bit naughty but absolutely fun to be with.
Totally endearing and has an amazing wit.
Mr. Right makes me feel really unique and special.
His always besides me most especially when things are crucial.
He gently corrects me when I am wrong.
He stands by me and makes me strong.
When he screwed-up and then things miss-up,
He won’t let a day pass-by to fix it up.
He gives me honest reasons and not worthless alibi.
And he never yell, instead he just deeply sigh.
I like it when he stares at me tenderly,
And then holds my hands lovingly.
I find it so cute when he laid his head to my shoulder to rest.
And it drives me like crazy each time he kisses my lips.
But so much for that, I’m imagining too much.
I’m visualizing someone that I know will never ever hatch.
For in reality there is no such thing as Mr. Right.
So might as well cut this shit-off and get things right.
Mr. Right is just a product of my imagination,
And for that, I’ll stop myself from hallucination.
But how will I know who really is the one?
When everyday leads me to no one.
Perhaps I’m just creating a man that is almost perfect and ideal.
That tends me to forget taking a glimpse to those who are real.
If Mr. Right doesn’t exist at all, then fine!
But I know that there is someone other there rightfully mine. ;)