Someday I am going to grow
Paperwhites and
Geraniums, red.
I�m going to let my hair
Grow, grow, grow
Until it brushes against
My hips.
I�ll have white washed pine and
Downy blankets and
Delicate lace bras.
I�ll wake up,
Watch
Dust particles
Dancing in
Rays of
Sunlight
Coffee in hands
Boys in bed
Happy
