steady hand
the god with the steadiest and he never misses
truth sight and a bond issued
we waited our turn for something this real
love this real
not the temporary they handout to appease you
they can’t be the one to please you
cupid has not found your one;
number forty-two thousand and ninety three-
hoping it is our turn, i will finally have my number called
not this year
or the next
others picked what seems at random
what is it that they have but not i
challenge them for the love that i believe to deserve
enough is enough and temporary handouts it is enough
they don’t deserve this as much as i
will hold hands in line together
and wait for our chance;
