a kitchen to call my own

if as a girl i could aks one thing
it'd be to have a little place with a nice kitchen
i never ask too much, God
but to keep you in my mind
but when i have a place to cook
you're with me all the time
a place that i fill with what i feel a human needs
to make and serve and be secure with fufilling my womanly deeds
i don't want a mansion
or a fancy new car
i don't want to go to the moon
or to name my favorite star
i want to fill the role i'd best be cast
as the cute little girl
with a really tight ass :]
i want a place to sit and have my tea
and read my book and simply just be
to have dinner ready when a good man comes home
to bake cookies i'd never eat with kids i call my own
i want to wake up early christmas day
and make a big huge meal in my very own way
this request seems material
i will admit
but i have tried a million excuses
and this one is really it
i can be and do what i'm suppose to
if i simply have the space to express
that happiness is in a home
where decor will match me in a cute dress :)
and although i have purpose beyond this simplicity
it helps give me sembalance to make a home pretty
and when everything is in an order
that i've set in place
i am a lot more content when i see a mirror
and i look at my own face
and i want to have back the confidence that making a space creates
and i know that it'll have to wait until another date
so i won't rush time God,
i'll be patient in this plea
but God, i'm already very grateful
just hear me and You'll see.

© LL

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