Little do she know...all her words put on display, come to me. Finding refuge on my hip. There for me to read, wherever and whenever. Little do she know...I'm never not watching. I wouldn't liken it to stalking. Judging by where I stand with her, it's like an absentee father who was never seen, presumed a deserter, but come to find out has kept up to date...up to speed...newspaper clippings and all...a personal collection of all accomplishments recorded. But I ain't her daddy. Analogy aside, nowhere near any scenario like that. Little do she know, what's she's been doing lately warms my heart.
I watched her move.
-- Sent from my Palm Pre
1 comment:
awww that's soo sweet [i'm catching up on all this keyz activiti]
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