Under neon lights and a borrowed blue dress, in a town too small for these dreams, I confess, where two-step and heartache fill Friday night air, and George Strait on the jukebox says life isn’t fair.
My boots are worn thin, I’ve got songs in my head, writing down wishes I wish I had said. Mama says patience, Daddy says tough, but my heart’s got a hunger, and growing up’s rough.
I’m learning love’s gentle, and sometimes it stings, like a cowboy’s goodbye or a promise on strings. I scribble my secrets in a notebook lined with ink, wondering if I’m braver than most people think.
Sunset on gravel, I’m chasing my fate, Counting the stars past my curfew and gate. Love’s just a rumor that floats down the hall, so I paint my own future on my bedroom wall.
Brown hair in a ponytail, wild as the breeze, I’ll run with the thunder and do as I please. If you ask me tomorrow, I might change my mind, but tonight I’m a wildflower, stubborn and kind.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:13 PM UTC
Under neon lights and a borrowed blue dress, in a town too small for these dreams, I confess, where two-step and heartache fill Friday night air, and George Strait on the jukebox says life isn’t fair.
My boots are worn thin, I’ve got songs in my head, writing down wishes I wish I had said. Mama says patience, Daddy says tough, but my heart’s got a hunger, and growing up’s rough.
I’m learning love’s gentle, and sometimes it stings, like a cowboy’s goodbye or a promise on strings. I scribble my secrets in a notebook lined with ink, wondering if I’m braver than most people think.
Sunset on gravel, I’m chasing my fate, Counting the stars past my curfew and gate. Love’s just a rumor that floats down the hall, so I paint my own future on my bedroom wall.
Brown hair in a ponytail, wild as the breeze, I’ll run with the thunder and do as I please. If you ask me tomorrow, I might change my mind, but tonight I’m a wildflower, stubborn and kind.
I wrote this while listening to music because I got bored lol.
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