I saw my angel when I was 45
I was asleep and couldn’t move side to side
Suddenly I heard a voice say
Come with me, let’s be on our way
So I followed this man up to the clouds
They were big and puffy, and looked like a little puppy
I finally; realizing what happened
Called down and saw that everyone I loved was there
Just looking in the bed
With their eyes as red as blood
And realized that they all miss me too
But someday they will be here too.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Catherine!
Her hair flows like the ocean
Wavy and perfect.
The perfect color,
That matches her Italian personality.
It is a good personality,
That lights up many people’s day.
Because she is nice,
And funny, and fun!
Wavy and perfect.
The perfect color,
That matches her Italian personality.
It is a good personality,
That lights up many people’s day.
Because she is nice,
And funny, and fun!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
A Summer Night
There was a night when I was young, all the birds had stopped sing, the bees stopped their buzzing, and most quire of all he was here. I’m not saying that that was a bad thing but I was in 7th grade at the time, you were in 8th, I have always seen the way you looked at me as we pass in the hall, I can’t say I wasn’t staring because that is how I noticed you starring back. The thing that was odd about you being here is that you chose such an eerie night. But he holds you tight and whispers in my ear
“it’s ok now I’m here.”
I believed him as the world would with his perfect brown hair to match his hazel eyes, and with the click of a button he got us a ride. At first I wasn’t sure what I should do but I was there just with you. As we ate in the restaurant a quarter after eight, he looks over and all I can do is stare into his eyes. They are to beautiful to resist and he asked if I was ok because I look a little hot, that was his pick-up line that he didn’t need to use because he already had me hooked, like a fish trying to get a worm, but I couldn’t help it he is the last to my forever as we will, last forever.
“it’s ok now I’m here.”
I believed him as the world would with his perfect brown hair to match his hazel eyes, and with the click of a button he got us a ride. At first I wasn’t sure what I should do but I was there just with you. As we ate in the restaurant a quarter after eight, he looks over and all I can do is stare into his eyes. They are to beautiful to resist and he asked if I was ok because I look a little hot, that was his pick-up line that he didn’t need to use because he already had me hooked, like a fish trying to get a worm, but I couldn’t help it he is the last to my forever as we will, last forever.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Popcorn
Not sweet or sour, but salty.
Not black or white, but yellow.
Not gross or good, but mind-boggling.
Not pop or corn, but popcorn.
And it is a tasty treat.
POPCORN!!!!!!!!!
Not black or white, but yellow.
Not gross or good, but mind-boggling.
Not pop or corn, but popcorn.
And it is a tasty treat.
POPCORN!!!!!!!!!
Chocolate
Silky, smooth, mouth-watering, and delicious.
There are many other words to describe this delicious treat.
One is not gross, or nasty, nor weird.
Unless your Erin and you're quire
There are many other words to describe this delicious treat.
One is not gross, or nasty, nor weird.
Unless your Erin and you're quire
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