No plan
We’re all
princesses
loving to
be loved.
We’re all
kittens
furry and
funny.
We all want
to be
Someones
baby and someones mom.
There’s a
house,
there’s no
plan.
There’s the
sea and the wish to swim.
There are
the waves of kisses.
I’m the
wave and you’re the sea.
I’m full of
words of romance
to come
out.
I’m full of
poems of happiness
to burst to
spill on you, on everyone.
I’ll sing
them out later,
they’ll
come and I’ll be the sea.
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