I rasie my hands.
Rasie them to the golden sun.
Longing to have fun.
I open my eyes.
To see the blue skies.
I move my body.
To the rythem of you.
To your rythem
rythem.
beat of the drum.
The music of you.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
But I was still forsaken, 7:56 PM.
"No walk on the beach...moonlight dinners...no smooches late at night. I need "The Guy" that I need in my 10+7 years is... "A Fighter , NOT a lier, One that can take me HIGHER!" One that can have power but not over power me with his fist Watch the vemon spay from his lips...Don't have a fit
"No walk on the beach...moonlight dinners...no smooches late at night "The Guy" who wouldn't put up a fight...
One In A Million "The Guy" I haven't found that guy yet... I know he's out there..."Just Keep the search on GO!!!
