the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

I dreamt you held me close,
as the rain rained down hard on my windows,
the thunders thundered my heart and
the lightnings lit up the night sky.

I dreamt you smoothed out my hair,
just like you always do.
As you gave a soothing hush to my cries,
you kissed away all my fears by a small peck on my forehead.

At the sound of the next thunder,
I jerk awake.

It had been nothing more than a dream.

nothing more than a dream

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<~ perfected ~>
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