Grow sunflower, grow! Grow outside my window and stretch your leaves like wings! So I can see them when I sleep! Break this weak glass and the cheap screen holding the house together walk through the threshold into my room and rest your petals on my windowsill wait with me as the cold passes although sometimes we feel like it never will.
I feel like that even if I am a child I still can make an impact; my naivete could be a learning experience. I dream to be young and wise yet know I'm doomed to be foolish and old. I can't stop thinking about my foolish love, my puberty, and my raging hormones. I wish I was an adult yet dream to be a child. I want to be impressionable for the rest of my life, but that's not how it works.