Sundays With Layla.

Sunday is your day when we are encoiled, through sisterhood and nappies soiled. Starts with an awakening thats just not right, ends with a goodnight kiss and you still in sight. Giggles as we jabber in our little tongue, i never believed the age gap could be so fun. Adult and child,yet exactly the same you showed me that age is just a domain. Dancing obsession in shows full of love, i will not tell you i've already seen that move. 19 and 2 our minds are on the same road, keeping tight together i will take the load. Long you were awaited sweet little layla, no beauty or riches would have been a better favour. You will not understand what i've written right here, maybe next sunday we can try and read it my dear. This is a gift you wont find when you open your eyes, it is see through and empty, this will be to your surprise. Not a cheap wand or teeth rotting jellies, but a life long pass to sisterly memories.