To have fluffy bath mats,
matching my bathroom,
to have cabbages and kings,
and all kinds of things,
to have aspirations,
without suffocation,
to walk in green fields,
to dance,
under the willows,
they're sobbing,
don't want to get wet,
to stroll in puddles in summer,
after rain's tumbled,
to breathe in clear,
non-polluted air,
while treading water,
only on the city lights,
wanting love,
it's hell,
does she need it?
and that,
that is the question!
probably not,
she forgot the response,
let her sit tight,
in perfect french,
pense!
in an eternal,
internal debate!
(C) Livvi