My boyfriend's like a monk,
that stays in a little barn.
Though money is what he've none,
i enjoyed the way we had fun.
My wish is what he have grant,
a violin is what i've always want.
He never says that he can't,
even though he've to turn into a punk.
Patience is what that makes a monk,
i'm slowly turning into his nun.
Beautiful life, wonderful barn
together we live for years and months.
© Joshua'06
Thursday, November 23, 2006
(There is no flooble chatterbox with this id. It may have been deleted, or never existed. You can sign up for a new account if you wish.)
Previous Posts
- life is such a haze and i'm trapped in a mazeafter...
- I'd Rather - Luther VandrossI thought sometime alo...
- Petals of CrysanthenumScattering misery unto the g...
- At The Beginning by Richard Marx & Donna LewisWe w...
- "Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a differ...
- 34 days, from the first day we met each other, to ...
- Hi peeps, I'm back after a tumultuous past 3 weeks...
- I went to catch Singapore Repertory Theatre's Forb...
- it is sometimes rather difficult to differentiate ...
- Put numbers in the boxes if you've ever done the i...
Subscribe to
Posts [Atom]
1 Comments:
Cold~~~` so rou ma ... haha
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home