



♡ that simple song.
Thursday, April 9, 2009, 6:52 PM
Sometimes I wonder How it's gonna feel Will my first love be true and real? Will I be ready when my heart starts to fall? What will I do when my love comes to call? And my daddy tells me that I light up his worl' Every day he says, darling, your my best girl He tried to teach me from the very start The meaning of love So nobody breaks my heart
Will my love come in a bowl of fire? Will it be filled with hope and desire? Will my love come in a pouring rain? Am I ready for the joy? Am I ready for the pain? Am I ready for the boy? Am I ready for love?
I know I'm not a little girl anymore Cause I'm feeling things I never felt before Sweet sensations, and anticipations Calling comotion to my emotions And I hear the words my daddy said to me He said be true to yourself And keep your spirit free And love will find you, One way or another Be good to yourself And be good to each other
It's a run around the world And it's moving so fast Though I want to find a love that's gonna last A love so strong That it can withstand The weight of this world In the palm of its hand
Am I ready for this game? Am I ready for the stars? Am I ready for the bliss? Am I ready for love?
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SYARAFINA. A penultimate Leo. 16, real triple mutliple soon.
I'm a big-time procrastinator. But hey, procrastinators enjoy life more than anyone, because they don’t worry and they still meet the
deadline. I'm weird, I run into things, I spill food, I trip, I scream about random stuff. I obviously don't have it all together.
But I like it that way. I just want to live a life without worries, where I can be me without fear of being judged. I want to let go of the past, live in
the present, and dream of the future. I don’t wish to be everything to everyone, but it would be lovely to be something to someone.
Got a problem with me? Solve it. Think I’m trippin’? Tie my shoes. Can’t stand me? Sit your butt back down. Can’t face me? Turn around. Getting tired of
me? Take a nap.
Blov-vers are as dearly loved as possible -_*
Ps/ Note to self: I think I’ll go anti-love. Really, who needs it? Butterflies in the tummy, heart skipping beats… that can’t be safe.