COLOURMYCOUTURE

Friday, March 23, 2007

We’ll sleep with clouds as pillows, maybe steal an angel’s wings,
Then fly as magic lovebirds, or slide round Saturn’s rings,
And should we tire of drifting and the stars all floating by,
We’ll hook onto a meteor and soar across the sky.
Will you consent to be my mate on our celestial ship?
I’m ready, heart all packed with love, to last us for the trip,
Take my hand and step aboard, we’re heading for the sun,
We’re flying till we find the place where our two souls are one.
(:

i was very distracted today at training so i really played quite horribly, my apologies. and thanks to the dumb purple grip of mine which is giving me endless pain, imma change it to the pure white wilson one my brother gave me(: what an opportunity! and i think i need new sneakers.
twooooo spas next week and my first match. pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

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