~I apologize in advance, this is rambling mostly.~
Boredom is the gift...
I am your child: the unborn infant within your...
Filled with innocence, purity, and hope...
Happy birthday my little love bug, your now 17...
Finally the day
A day I have waited for a whole year...
Vermillion Day,
Digression, passion...
Ciara,
Hey there little one...
When pigs start to fly
and when hades gets cold...
Much preparation and planning
There's so much to do...
When the word birthday comes to you.
You know thats the day thats just your and no one...
An immature, young fellow.;
became strong and mellow...
Like a stream flowing steadily
So is every moment in your life...
Soon you will be tunring one.
I cannot believe it...