Brooke Waggoner

I Am Mine

For the siries, oh the siries of your soul

They are the worries are the worries of my household

I hear the wind a howling swinging at my door

But at your house the weather's pleasant, nothing more

I am behind

And nevermind

I will not pine

For I am mine

Oh the time is near for you to romance every boy

Well I am still a learning how to be coy

And you decided you would educate me

While conversing over anisparity

I am behind

And nevermind

I will not pine

For I am mine

I am behind

And nevermind

I will not pine

For I am mine

I am behind

And nevermind

I will not pine

For I am mine

And the flower pots are blooming full of 'golds

Tiny, lovely, little shiney, marigolds

And I suppose that I will never be exposed

To the love that blooms between those who chose

I am behind

And nevermind

I will not pine

For I am mine

I am behind

And nevermind

I will not pine

For I am mine

I am behind

And nevermind

I will not pine

For I am mine