Cause when I'm with you,
I'm blacker than blue,
I'm bluer than sad,
I'm angrier than mad,
Blisterin in the rain,
Aching more than pain,
But does it matter to you?
Does it?
On this bright green, summer day.
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Cause when I'm with you,
I'm blacker than blue,
I'm bluer than sad,
I'm angrier than mad,
Blisterin in the rain,
Aching more than pain,
But does it matter to you?
Does it?
On this bright green, summer day.
Since you've visited my blog, I'm sure you will read a line or two, and if I'm extremely lucky, then maybe three, but if you happen to read anymore, please leave a comment behind. Its very discouraging when writers feel that no one's reading anything they've written, or the blogs wasn't "good enough" to comment. Its pretty heartbreaking to tell you the truth.
So the next time you read a blog article, leave behind a smiley face atleast, so that the writer knows her work is appreciated.
Aaaahhh.
We waaant one hundred percent woriginal Alees(Alice)!
What is all this blankness and all?
Where did all the cute drawings of your slutty friend go!?
Pleeej! Bring back the more elaborate you!
Abhisheq =] said...
December 30, 2008 at 9:32 AM
very very intersting.. these things happen to all of us na..
hope and love said...
October 4, 2010 at 2:12 AM