CLEAVAGE!
you are pretty and perky.
oh cleavage, how you are smooth and soft,
you're so much better than beef jerky,
and you are good at getting guys off.
I love to wiggle you in front of the boys
i like it when you pop out of my shirt
you make me look very proper and poised
and it's a wonder why people call me a flirt.
I love how you're so natural and real
i love you cleavage, till the day that i die.
i love how my d's are a full course meal..
BUT when you start to sag, i will start to cry.
yeah, i'm a perv. but ashley told me i should write a poem on cleavage, and this is me being silly, so yeah! i'm a pervert, sorry. =(
ummmmm.. today. *sigh* boring. i saw brandon after fith hour again. he left me a message to tell him hi. i was going to, i had all intentions to, but then... i just coudln't talk to him. i wanted to, but i was at a loss for words. so i just asked richie what my song in french meant. although i didn't care, and i just wanted to be next to brandon, you know, just to see him all close to see if he's changed physically. Richie knew it too, but, he was being a good friend, and he just kept talking, i love that boy. he watches out for me and tries not to make me too embarressed. =)
so i go out to tennis.. and i didn't even notice brandon was out there. he was out there hanging up those football signs on the tennis courts. i didn't even recognize him, i was in my own world i guess. until he said "who was that who dropped you off?" and i said "my grandpa." and that's about it. i wish i could have a conversation with him, like face to face, you know? oh well, i'm good i guess.. at least we're talking.. which is such an improvement.
i'm going to go.
talk to you later.
oh cleavage, how you are smooth and soft,
you're so much better than beef jerky,
and you are good at getting guys off.
I love to wiggle you in front of the boys
i like it when you pop out of my shirt
you make me look very proper and poised
and it's a wonder why people call me a flirt.
I love how you're so natural and real
i love you cleavage, till the day that i die.
i love how my d's are a full course meal..
BUT when you start to sag, i will start to cry.
yeah, i'm a perv. but ashley told me i should write a poem on cleavage, and this is me being silly, so yeah! i'm a pervert, sorry. =(
ummmmm.. today. *sigh* boring. i saw brandon after fith hour again. he left me a message to tell him hi. i was going to, i had all intentions to, but then... i just coudln't talk to him. i wanted to, but i was at a loss for words. so i just asked richie what my song in french meant. although i didn't care, and i just wanted to be next to brandon, you know, just to see him all close to see if he's changed physically. Richie knew it too, but, he was being a good friend, and he just kept talking, i love that boy. he watches out for me and tries not to make me too embarressed. =)
so i go out to tennis.. and i didn't even notice brandon was out there. he was out there hanging up those football signs on the tennis courts. i didn't even recognize him, i was in my own world i guess. until he said "who was that who dropped you off?" and i said "my grandpa." and that's about it. i wish i could have a conversation with him, like face to face, you know? oh well, i'm good i guess.. at least we're talking.. which is such an improvement.
i'm going to go.
talk to you later.