You felt it. When you first met. The feeling, there’s no denying.Called intuition.It’s screaming “Believe me, i’m not deceiving”A horrible being. She’ll spent her evening scheming.To send you packing.
There’s so many things I want to do.Here’s a list:Bake some cakes and tarts in my own kitchenSit on a California beach, watch surfers ride the wave & eat an ice-creamLearn to play the pianoMy own labelGo to New YorkSee my friends back in LondonBuy something outrageously expensive Go on a trip alone (Spent a day […]