She is so pretty that everytime I see her
she is with a different, happy looking face.
I am just happy to see her so often.
Since I don't know her, I don't know those happy faces.
Those happy faces are false images.
Ask their humid eyes if you want to know.
Though facts can change, depending upon the day.
In this story there are only two constants.
But we don't know each other and everytime
I see her, I think, she is so pretty that
everytime I see her, she is with a different face.
I am pleased that I don't know her.
I have no happy face masks and she wouldn't
seem so pretty if I saw her with someone I knew.
7:15 pm,
July 03, 2006
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3 comments:
Oh boy!! starbucks and a pretty face...coffee is definitely doing you more good than tea!!
:-)
Chay
I like the "those happy eyes are false images" line:)
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kya baat hai!
By atrakasya on Thu, 2006-07-13 05:02
tera chehra apna laga, ik ajnabi ke saath
wahi chehra ajnabi bana, apno ke paas.
(applause)
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