warmerthan suddenly's blog: "The Ceiling Of My Debris"

Dreams come true because of you
your my perfect sunshine time
from climbing trees
to playing with skies
your my perfect
from laughter to the talk about our future
your my perfect
my sole mate
wild and crazy state
my grateful baby love
so humble
my perfect
we've grown so much
our love so strong
and always hit tin bongs
together forever
what ever we want to do we do
were ever we want to go we go
what ever we want we get
Were Engels of the sky
and the Owls eye
your my perfect