Tuesday, 17 November 2015
I'm not special but not typical.
I don't conform to your norm,
because I have my own.
I'm rather realistic than radical.
I can't cook, nor strum any string.
I don't have a perfect body shape.
But I've got something to bring.
A cup of latte along with a crepe.
I'd learn to cook.
I'd run an extra mile.
I'd learn to strum with my music book.
One day... I'd make you smile.
Tell your mum I'd be fine.
I'd have beautiful children,
their dad could call, "mine."
And granny's, "precious lil silken."