"i tried to write you a poem today. it didn't work. it was choppy and uneven. and had horrible rythym. free verse was out of the question, but rhyming messed it up. i have come to the conclusion that maybe, words can't describe you. or the way you make me feel. or else, i'm just a terrible poet."
"Vision gets distorted. Blink. Wet cheeks." - InnuendoBatman
Camp tomorrow!
Which means that next time we correspond I shall be 16.
And old enough (and possibly wise enough) to get my Ls.
Aside from the minor issue that I don't have time to go and do the test.
Tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine.
We'll curlourselves up in a blanket
And sip our hot chocolate
And much on our tim tams
And we'll watch the stars
Wrapped in each others arms
Telling our stories.
I'd pay 5 cents to kiss you =)
Goodbye everybody, don't miss me too much.
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