I
want to go to D I and binge on lovely
cozy sweaters. I want a quaint&quiet cottage in the woods with cupboards
full of hot cocoa
and a bed of comfy quilts.
I want to live in the fall for longer then aseason..
watch the never ending leaves drift.
I want a closer relationship with my father above,
the kind you make pinky
promises with.
I want a baby that reflects
my Jordan, a little boy that will play football and who will love his momma.
I want to learn to knit better and create a
nifty sweater of my own design.
I long
to have a horse with a mane I can braid and a mouth that has a love for crisp
carrots.
I want to go on a safari and feel the African sun beat down on me.
I
want to learn to paint so I could construct delicate feathers on canvas and
hang it in a place I call my own. I wish to conquer my fears and to be the
heroine of a story, one that is looked up to.
But lastly I wish to live a long life
in the arms of the one
I belong too,
this dream of mine I know will come true.
The rest can just be
selfish wants and dire desires.
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