If I begin to count, then I have just 5 months & 16 days remaining.
Is this really happening to me?
And in this time there’s so much to do.
More shopping = stress
Tick off the things to do on my to-do list
Decisions to make
White or yellow
A single stem or a bunch of flowers
More shopping = even more stress
Cutting down lists
I can’t do this any longer
Think will do what I do best
Chill and not take any tension
But how can I not
It’s the one day I have waited for all my life
And I want it to be perfect
And want it to be just like how
I imagined it to be
My bubble burst
I am not dreaming
It is coming true after all