Waking to your face every morning,
You look lovely taped to my wall,
Lots think I'm creepy,
But on this special day,
To you I'd say:
Roses are red and so is your curly flowing mane,
On this Valentine's Day of 2011,
I sit here lonely in pain,
To be with you would feel like heaven
Oh, how flawless you are,
Kicking up the halfpipe,
Backside rodeo 540,
My glowing flying tomato
Born in the golden state,
It's meant to be that gold is all you win,
Therefore pick me and forget your mates,
Let's take your Lamborghini for a spin
I'm ready to tear down the 2D you,
And trade it in,
Now it's your queue,
Choose me and toss the others in the bin
My parents tell me I'm not too bright,
Longing for such older men with raging heat,
But you make my heart jump a beat,
Inside this feels oh so right,
So won't you be mine, Shaun White?
Oh snap, you had me going there Russell. I thought you were writing about that lovely boy I saw with you @ PC last weekend. The one you claim as your "friend", but I think Shaun White is 10x better, don't you agree? ( ;
ReplyDeleteI had fun at the Pita Place!!! Haha. I love this poem so much, it makes me think of how much I would adore to have Justin beiber taped on my wall everyday. But better yet, have him in person ; ) ....... Or perhaps Shaun White would be nice too !!
ReplyDeleteWho is Shawn White? HAHA I am guessing that you will be telling me all about him on monday. :)
ReplyDelete@Vanessa G's comment WOAH WHAT GUY IS THIS!? :O