Erm...
A poem, from me to you:
Interpret the memorandum:
My inclination for you flourishes with your abundance of missteps.
Your eloguence is lacking in charm, at best. I can't wait to you hear coverse; even with that girl I covet to be.
I rather stare at you, and how mediocre you are, than anything else.
Inflict travail; I'll follow at your heels like an amenable proselyte. Fan: an understatment.
Agitated glares assuages me.
I venerate the person you are.
Do you fathom the edict I just presented? Or shall I annotate it?
~Christine Nguyen
Yesh, I was bored...
 Hapilobe · Thu Mar 20, 2008 @ 03:53am · 3 Comments |
