Waiting For December Poem by Caroline Guedes

I was waiting for December
Something I have never done
Because the fortune teller said
that was when I'd find the one

And I believed her lie
Everyday that had passed
was one day closer to happiness
to a love that will always last

Now it's almost March
winter is dieing and so is my faith
How could I be so stupid?
She was the web and I was the bait

How I had invested myself
in the stories of this psychic
How I counted the days but
all they led to was me being heartsick

Soothsayer, crystal ball reader
I thought it was a spiritual experience
I was told what I wanted to hear
she was left with a smile and a cheque

But now that December has gone
I see that I make my own destiny
And I'll never believe liars words again
She will never get another cent out of me