I don't think that passenger seat has ever look this good to me... He tells me about his night and I count the colors in his eyes... he'll never he falls in love he swears as he runs his fingers through his hair...I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong, I don't think it ever crossed his mind ...he tells a joke I fake a smile 'cause I know all his favorite songs and...
I could tell you his favorite color's green he loves to argue born on the 17 his sister's beautiful he has his father's eyes and if you asked me if I love him...I'd Lie
+black_and_white_rose+ · Fri Sep 07, 2007 @ 02:18am · 0 Comments |