i want to be
the girl who likes daisies,
and the girl who likes chrysanthemums.
I want to be
the girl who wears skirts,
and the girl who dances with you in the kitchen
on new years morning.
i want to be
the girl who holds her heart out to you with both hands,
and the girl who says ‘take me, i will belong to you-
but more importantly, belong to myself’.
i want to be
the girl who reads you her poetry in parks in summertime,
and the girl who helps you feel
everything you’re meant to feel.
I want to be
the girl you tell your secrets too,
and the girl who tells you hers
too.
I want to be
the girl who holds you when you cry,
and the girl who whispers ‘i love you’s
in your ear at midnight.
i want to be
the girl you come home to,
and the girl you make breakfast with,
-the one you call home.
a.m.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
i want to be
the girl who likes daisies,
and the girl who likes chrysanthemums.
I want to be
the girl who wears skirts,
and the girl who dances with you in the kitchen
on new years morning.
i want to be
the girl who holds her heart out to you with both hands,
and the girl who says ‘take me, i will belong to you-
but more importantly, belong to myself’.
i want to be
the girl who reads you her poetry in parks in summertime,
and the girl who helps you feel
everything you’re meant to feel.
I want to be
the girl you tell your secrets too,
and the girl who tells you hers
too.
I want to be
the girl who holds you when you cry,
and the girl who whispers ‘i love you’s
in your ear at midnight.
i want to be
the girl you come home to,
and the girl you make breakfast with,
-the one you call home.
a.m.
