Valz Day Madlibs
Valentine madlib!
Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms shiny as the hibiscus in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your electric guitar voice and leaps like a dolphin at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great albatross wing.
I am comforted by your PJs that I carry into the twilight of Websitebeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.
As my eye falls from my footie boots, it reminds me of your picture frame.
In the quiet, I listen for the last mumble of the day.
My heated vena cava leaps to my skirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret light so that we may squee as one, vena cava to vena cava, in search of the magnificient navy blue and mystical graph of love.
*faints from teh laughter*
Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms shiny as the hibiscus in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your electric guitar voice and leaps like a dolphin at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great albatross wing.
I am comforted by your PJs that I carry into the twilight of Websitebeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of mercury.
As my eye falls from my footie boots, it reminds me of your picture frame.
In the quiet, I listen for the last mumble of the day.
My heated vena cava leaps to my skirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret light so that we may squee as one, vena cava to vena cava, in search of the magnificient navy blue and mystical graph of love.
*faints from teh laughter*