Waiting

Last night I made this poem because I didn't feel sleepy yet. Actually this poem is dedicated to all my single friends, especially guys who thirsty of woman's touch. hahahhaha.

Clock is ticking, night is coming.
It's time to have a good night sleep.
Yet my eyes are still starring,
thinking about you so deep.

I know you are there,
waiting for destiny to run.
When we be together somewhere,
we would share the fun.

Don't be so worry,
let's slow down the hurry.
Be patient all loners,
love is waiting around the corner.