I want to be that girl.
That wakes up early.
And wears flip-flops.
And her hair is light brown.
And it’s just there.
But it still looks nice.
And I want to be that girl.
And she leans against the doorway.
The doorway to her backyard.
But it might as well be heaven.
Because now the sun’s rising.
And she runs out onto the grass.
And she’s wearing a grey tank top.
And white shorts.
And I want to be that girl.
And she spins in circles.
And the sky is orange.
And she spins and waves her arms in the air.
And she laughs.
And I want to be that girl.