Hey you,
I think the sky practically turned blue when you began to notice it.
You realized you like it blue. Perhaps it has known this forever.
Some girl will keep sending you hearts and kisses
wrapped in a handful of words and colors. And typos.
Naturally you will not mind. Because you’re cool like that.
This girl, she’ll keep insisting that you both become co-secret kids.
You will be forced into this. Because you’re really a secret kid too.
This girl, you’ll keep insisting she’s the bigger secret kid, though.
And she will not mind. Because she likes to send you hearts and kisses
wrapped in a handful of words and colors. And typos.
You will grow to like her. Because you will grow to like her.
Accidentally you become copycats of each other. Copycats.
Through a window by the phone and a handful of strange words.
You will grow to doze off on her. You become her King Dozer.
Somewhere right about now some cool guy was born. Most definitely, he must have made his mum and dad super happy because they heard him cry for life the moment he became part of the world. Twenty-two years after, I will fall in love with him. To that guy. For making my heart throb, sweeping me off my feet. And for dozing off on me. Have a great 22nd! We’re now finally even. Even numbers. LOL. Thanks for everything. And stay mine. ♥
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This is your most vintage crime. And I love you for being the culprit of it.
Thank you…
Posted by 66 at October 3, 2008, 11:14 pm