i made you origami roses, but you stepped on them as you walked by.
i wrote you victorian poems, but you would rather listen to indonesian pop music.
i baked you triple chocolate cheesecake, but you took not a bite, as this was against your diet.
i video-conferenced you, but you put your id on silent as you annoyedly declined.
silly moon, why do i think you for fireflies when the sun is already out and shining in all her glory?
- rip fermina of the red roses-
Tuesday 29 March 2011
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