Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Curly

I don’t need a lot of friends,
Or that brand new benz
All I need is you
Curly haired little you
Brown skinned King
The star in all of my dreams
Talent unparalleled
You make me stop and smell the fresh air
Do I believe in happy endings,
Fantasies coming true?
I never did until the day I met you..

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