Sigh.
Love.
Would you hate the sun,
for kissing it's blossoming flower?
Would you hate the blind man,
for smiling at the scent of the rain?
Would you hate the buttercups,
feeling so fondly of your chin?
And lastly,
would you hate she, i, me.
For saying I believe,
and loving?
Monday, March 30, 2009
Oh A...
Posted by ¥αβά at 8:19 PM
Labels: Ridiculous
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