Waiting to be swept off her feet
To the universe in which she belongs to,
Visions of happily ever after becoming obsolete.

Standing at ocean’s edge as waves retreat
Sinking into the sand, stuck like glue
Waiting to be swept off her feet.

Peering over the cliff, her fear of heights to beat
Waiting for the wind to change her view – 
Visions of happily ever after becoming obsolete.

Sitting in a booth, primped and ready to meet
As the ice melts, her escape plan overdue.
Waiting to be swept off her feet.

Conversing with friends, smiling to seem complete
Hoping the facade is something they can’t see through
Visions of happily ever after becoming obsolete.

Wishing on a star to get rid of this feeling of bittersweet
Wanting a new feeling, one she never knew
Waiting to be swept off her feet – 
Visions of happily ever after becoming obsolete.

T. Marina