Late Arrival

It's she again
Up at 3 am
Chattin' back and forth with her unnamed star
Coming up on ten years
Her smile morphs into tears
Pain oozes out her heart's overgrown scar

She tries to stay intact
but it doesn't change
She fears true happiness will become oh so feign

She turns around hoping that he'll be right there
With open arms and shoulders to take on all her cares
But disappointment seems to be all her shoulders can bear
So once again she stuffs her anger and troubles deep inside her shattered lair

as she preps for Mr. Late Arrival, she wonders: will our conversations be viable?

Would I  swim or drown in his soul piercing eyes? 
Or be suckered into the slight crook in his smile?

Is he Hershey's chocolate, snow white, maybe the color of sand??  Can he be one of superhuman strength or merely hanging on by a strand? 

Could he have a heart of gold and a few other things I scribbled on 'The List'
Add sensitivity, son of the highest King
along with velvet kisses that would be too sweet to resist


Would he only hit me up for a p*ssy fix or for clout?
Or bare his soul man and unveil what's he really talking about? 

Could I be his only woman, and him my only man?? 
Would we fall in love together or forever alone would we stand?

 Is he more of a teddy bear or a tower of skin and bones?? Does he find comfort lying his head in other women's homes? 

Does he have millions of Bebe's kids roaming from state to state, or will he save himself for one woman and embed her grass with his snake? 

Snap back to mundane real life. Again, I lie anxious to fulfill the desire of being a one day wife. 
I'll continue on this journey to one day become great
But I can't help to wonder if Mr. All Right will arrive too late.