A stick A stone, it’s the end of the road

Go, and listen to Anya Marina - Waters of March, and have a good cup of tea.

ONE.
♥ If were a month, I’d be June.  

Softly standing in the middle, working towards the end.

TWO.
♥ If I were a day of the week, I’d be Wednesday.

Anticipating the rest of the week unknown.

THREE.
♥ If I were a time of day, I’d be Midnight.

Quiet stirrings of possibilities.

FOUR.
♥ If I were a planet, I’d be a one with running waters & many moons.
 
Go figure.

FIVE.
♥ If I were a sea animal, I’d be a whale.

I’ll sing in the deep.

SIX.
♥ If I were a flower, I’d be daisies.
 
Fair & bright.

SEVEN.
♥ If I were a kind of weather, I’d be the one with warm suns & generous winds. 

For running, prancing, dancing & laughing.

EIGHT.
♥ If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a harmonica.
 
Old school.

NINE.
♥ If I were a colour, I’d be pale.
 
Almost white.

TEN.
♥ If I were a fruit, I’d be berries.
 
Very luscious indeed.

ELEVEN.
♥ If I were a sound, I’d be the sighs of content.
 
Makes you tingle inside.

TWELVE.
♥ If I were a car, I’d be the 1935 Auburn 851 Speedster.

A classy solid iron affair.

THIRTEEN.
♥ If I were a food, I’d be bubblegum.

chew, blow, pop.

FOURTEEN.
♥ If I were a place, I’d be studiously cosy.
 
So comfortable your bone melts.

FIFTEEN.
♥ If I were a scent, I’d be something close to nature.

Embracing Mother Earth.

SIXTEEN.
♥ If I were an object, I’d be vintage.
 
Full of memories.

SEVENTEEN.
♥ If I were a facial expression, I’d be this!
 
Waiting for what’s next.

EIGHTEEN.
♥ If I were a song, I’d be the one you sing in showers.

For a lifetime.

NINETEEN.
♥ If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be elegant.

And brutally murderous.

TWENTY.
♥ & If I could be anyone, I'd still be me.
 
Simple!