Thursday, January 29, 2009 ; 10:46 AM
we wrote each other a love letter admist the wild playing of music- tinkle of the grand piano and the drone of the saxaphone.
it was a spurt of inspiration, tender & sweet.
the letter to me read...
oh phoebe,
my friend, my confidante, lover,
please don't ever remove your red-hot hair extensions cause they make you look oh-so-hot....
Simply leaves me longing for more.
Oh...your chilli-hot strands swaying in the wind..
Even in my dream...
oh phoebe...
Don't. don't.
Ever. Remove your extensions.
xoxoxo
ain't that the sweetest thing- ever? ;)
Dreaming of a new day ahead!;
Just making my way through the crowd