take my bed, more than half
steal my covers, i'll be alright
cook what you like, leave the dishes for me
turn my favorite shirt pink, roll your eyes when i cry
stay out too late, forget to call
drink to much, save "i'm sorrys" for the morn
but hold my hand, listen to my heart beat
hug me for no reason, kiss me goodnight
let me believe my butterflies
let me be a girl sometimes
lend me your words, let them pray for us
give me your song, let it play for us
i can't promise i wont hurt you, but i promise i'll try
let me be your reason why
*written on a run 11.14.08
4 comments:
Ummmm.......ummmmmmm....WOW!!!!!
Look out! The 'don't make me pull this car over' Mom is coming out....in Arizona.
Haha!
Just because I wrote it doesn't mean it's biographical, madre!
I love your words...please use your gift to write something about the food and family we experience at "the farm", however we might have to wait until we have experienced it AGAIN!
Seriously, beautiful!
maybe just one thing at a time...the FOOD! HA
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