12 March 2013
Forget what Father said. He just wants to keep me Under his financial wing; For he's not ready to let me out Into the cold an harsh world.
I'm scared to go myself. But I want you every step of the way. I want a house and a bed to wake up With you in it still, A sleepy smile so beautiful.
I want a kitchen all of my own To do things in an cook Your late night meals. I want and I long for those things You once asked of me with glazed eyes.
I smiled and grinned those days. Now that it's possible, Your heart is wild, And you look anxious to do it. Oh, you still call me love…
Growing Up.(1) • Opuss № I