I made this thread for everything and everyone in your life that had passed away...
So, this is about a friend who died on my birthday.. my CDplayer, Electric blue. Don't laugh, he meant alot to me Ok, I wrote this as memory...
I remember... When opened up that little wight box and peeked my head inside and I saw yo for the first time. It was love at first sight...
I remember... When I was jumping on my bed to your music, and I bounced you right off onto the floor! I thought I may have killed you, but you surrvived after a fue days of loveing care...
I remember... When I ingraved my name into your plastic cuase I loved you so much...
I remember... When I talked to you, pretending you were Jaci velasquez!...
I remember... When we fought off the evil dishwasher and vicktoriously won!...
I remember... When your sparkaly blue paint faded away, but that never mattered to me...
I remember... When your southing music played when I felt sad, you alway made me feel so much better!...
I remember... When dust covered you, and I'ed blow it all off in the morning so you'd look pretty as always...
I remember... When you only played Jaci velasquez cds, cuase you were so old you would not play new cds!..
And I remember... singing to you at your funaral, and placed you in your box then started crying.
So, this is about a friend who died on my birthday.. my CDplayer, Electric blue. Don't laugh, he meant alot to me Ok, I wrote this as memory...
I remember... When opened up that little wight box and peeked my head inside and I saw yo for the first time. It was love at first sight...
I remember... When I was jumping on my bed to your music, and I bounced you right off onto the floor! I thought I may have killed you, but you surrvived after a fue days of loveing care...
I remember... When I ingraved my name into your plastic cuase I loved you so much...
I remember... When I talked to you, pretending you were Jaci velasquez!...
I remember... When we fought off the evil dishwasher and vicktoriously won!...
I remember... When your sparkaly blue paint faded away, but that never mattered to me...
I remember... When your southing music played when I felt sad, you alway made me feel so much better!...
I remember... When dust covered you, and I'ed blow it all off in the morning so you'd look pretty as always...
I remember... When you only played Jaci velasquez cds, cuase you were so old you would not play new cds!..
And I remember... singing to you at your funaral, and placed you in your box then started crying.