Monday, January 24, 2011

Where Is The Paintbrush On Poptropica

blaaaabliblub (espite headline: D)

Sweet melodies run down your brain, through your veins, to your finger tips and fall down into my heart. Into my chest. Into the center of me. Making me fall deeper into the hole of love that you’ve already captured me in, I couldn’t make my heart beat any faster or it’d explode right out of my chest and pour all the colors and feelings I hold inside of me onto you. I could never find anyone as complete for me as you.

you look to the world through your eyes stinging, the sprechen.Denn only my language only they can tell me of your grace. Tell me what you see . Part of your world with me. Do you see what I see. Web me in your thought with one. Look at me, I want you to see me. How I really am. And not the way I played my behavior betrays .

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