Misty mornings, waking up in white sheets. Putting on a pink washed out over sized knit sweater. Dragging your feet across the wood floor.
The smell of waffles & strawberries on a Saturday morning.
Riding on your cruiser bicycle along the cracked cement road filled with moss & dandelions. Laying in a bed of flowers that go for miles.
Dreaming of cake & shoes. Making a crown of daisy's. Running in the flower hills.
Meeting a fox & crowning him with the daisy's.
The smell of waffles & strawberries on a Saturday morning.
Riding on your cruiser bicycle along the cracked cement road filled with moss & dandelions. Laying in a bed of flowers that go for miles.
Dreaming of cake & shoes. Making a crown of daisy's. Running in the flower hills.
Meeting a fox & crowning him with the daisy's.
Don't be afraid of me.
xo
Sorsha
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