Monday, June 22, 2009

Dear: My lovely lovers who are bound to love....

The boys needed friendship, the beat needed meeted.

Unh unh. Her dress was a ship at sail.

Unh. Her knees were the water pail.

This was survival and she was the kit.

You could die of thirst if the girls won't give you sips.

You're all jenny and lindsey and fine

And I'm underwater, shedding my mind.

And I'm pretty sure baby if you'd hold my head 

I could live like I've wished for and undo my dread.... 

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