slappy mcfly's blog: " new poems of mine"

Here is another one just for you, don`t know what it is that you do. When i think of you i smile, she has her own special little style. Yes I do notice when you are not around, and sometimes you make me feel like a clown. I told them how your eyes are hazel, forgot to tell about your cute little navel. And how you dance around the room, even do it sometimes with a broom. She even likes to sing her favorite song, when i know it i will sing along. Very independent, has her own place, she likes to have a lot of space. We stay up at night and play games, tells me about her friends, cant remember all their names. She wears glasses so she can see, doesn`t know what she means to me. Sometimes I think she is on her own cloud, and yes she can be somewhat loud. Talked to her on the phone the other day, asked me if i can come over and play. Oh yeah and bring over a friend, it was just me and her in the end. Brought her a book she can read, already has everything that she needs. Well maybe not really everything, needs to find the garnet that fits here ring. Doesn`t always get enough sleep, and no I don't think she is cheap. Even though she does not spend a lot of money, her kiss kind of tastes like honey. I guess this is enough for now, just had to show her how- all my feelings just come out in a spiel. That is sometimes the way you make me feel.