Someone Someday

I wrote this during a sombre moment, when I was in Venice. It's basically romantic ramblings, me listing all the reasons I am single and the fact I won't/can't change who I am :)

I wish I was someone who didn’t play by the rules,

I wish I was someone who did run with the crowd;

I wish I was someone who all the girls fell for, from just a smile.

 

I wish I was someone who didn’t pertain to remain a gentleman,

I wish I was someone who was laid back,

I wish I was someone who didn’t have to live by a plan,

I wish I was someone who could live by the rockers’ lack of inhibition;

I wish I was someone who wouldn’t rather watch rom-com than a horror.

 

I wish I was someone who wasn’t simply satisfied with my own company,

I wish I was someone who wasn’t simply satisfied to read in the sun.

 

I wish I was someone who wasn’t always grumpy,

I wish I was someone who didn’t act like someone’s Grandad,

I wish I was someone who wasn’t, proud to be, an old romantic.

 

I wish I was someone who didn’t believe in romance,

I wish was someone who didn’t believe in red roses and pink hearts;

I wish I was someone who didn’t live in a land of my own fantasy.

I wish I was someone who wasn’t so fool hardy with my affection,

I wish I was someone who didn’t have their head in a cloud of dreams.

 

I wish I was someone who wasn’t so different,

I wish I was someone who didn’t fear forever being alone;

I wish I was someone who didn’t ache to hold a loved one’s hands,

I wish I was someone who didn’t pine to feel that wedding band tight,

Round my hand and my heart.

 

I wish I was someone who wasn’t so sensitive,

I wish I was someone who didn’t write poetry and believe in my words;

I wish I was someone who didn’t wear my heart on my sleeve.

 

But that someone isn’t me, it wouldn’t ever be me.

Someday my defects will become my qualities,

Someday the words of my poetry will ring true.

Someday I will live in my world of flowers and clouds and dreams.

Someday I will find my girl and all my defects, all my sensitivity, all my romance,

All my love and all of my heart will be her’s.

Just like this poem is for her.

The End

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