Goodbye, my dearest cellphone,
whose life is not o'er, but wandering th' unknown hills of texts.
Goodbye, my savior of communication,
who hath not but not only killed thyself, but thee has kilt me alas, too.
Goodbye, forever more,
For I shall say goodbye to thee now, before thy own heart shall join.
*snuffle* My father has concluded that my cellphone will never come back from the unknown hills of texts. Tis' not the battery, as we thought so, but the entire phone. Apprently, I got water on it. I have dedicated this poem to it, for it was a great phone. Do not disrespect it, for I work long and hard on this poem {*cough* not really *cough*} so please enjoy.
~ToRi bAiL
P.S. I have no idea if I even have the Shakespearean language down. xd ;D
What would it be like to dance naked?
Letting your inner beauty shine.
But exposing your deepest secret.
But... Would it matter?
Would the music sweep the dusty thoughts from your mind?
... Would you dance?
 Toribail · Tue Aug 19, 2008 @ 09:06pm · 0 Comments |
