spazhead

I stand at the head of the church, dressing up, in my best shoes. I reach into my pocket and pull out a prepared speech. My feelings for you writing in blue ink on white paper. The note reads: From the bonnet of my car, I feel like I'm on top of the world. I don't remember I summer night like this in all my life. Blue is the sky with the stars setting the mood, the city lights stagnant in the valley below. It's as if the world is still, paused in this moment for you and I. Black is your hair, and your face is beautiful. We laugh about nothings, and point out our stars. This picnic rug of steal will forever be my favorite place. Smo