brandon's poem...again. :P
Date: Jun 2nd, 2010 7:58:45 pm - Subscribe
Mood: mushy
- life is - : hilariouss
It’s forty-five minutes after nine.
And standing on your front porch tonight,
With fireflies flitting in a circle round,
I look down upon your (beautiful/pretty/lovely/SOMETHING MUSHY) face.
My heart, it pounds away
With such an astonishing speed ~
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