March 21, 2008

  • My Ode to Money:

    When I touch you fleetingly,
    you linger on my fingertips.
    I beg to you hold tightly,
    you continue to leave my grip.
    I try to lock you away from others,
    you always find your way out.
    Why?! Why won't you stay!? And never leave!
    I want to meet your friends.
    I want to live with you forever!
    Let's be together always!
    And yet, every month you leave me, to go to bills...
    Money, my passion for you swells.

    T_T

    The original Ode to Money:

    "My current relationship involves this
    special someone that goes in and out of my life. Never held unto
    tightly. When in my hands, always slipping through my fingers. And ever
    having me looking forward for more. Who is he? MONEY!"

    I just thought this was cute:
    [insert cute here]