You see this

You see this knowing I thought about you. The shape of your eyes, and how you speak. Something about that , it's you. You're a diamond in a sea of rust. I lose my heart, and my personality grows because of you. We ought to catch up, meet, have a drink. Wellington street would be nice, or the boardwalk. You'd see me as I am, almost broken with wanting you.

And you want to know where Wellington street is?
and you want to know this and that
and and and and .



Be the pink Panther ~
not a hot dog!~