I want a man who sings well, A man who can compose lyrics for me though it's freaking random. A man whose voice can melt the iceberg out of you like in the Titanic.
A man that will sing for you while you're sick, A man that will sing for you while you're not in the mood, then eventually hype you up.
A man that will sing for you while you're bored, then make you happy. A man that can sing. Not only sing but also pressing the piano softly with his oh, so, gently smooth hands, strums a guitar, beats a drum, sliding their bow to their violin, whatever that is, I am willing to listen even if it's not in tune.
My ideal man sings too well, I cry my heart out everytime he does sings. An ideal man that can only make you happy and a man that is responsible, that is all I want. But I know the irony, I have said too many things about my ideal type. I'm sorry for that. I'm not even a God, I am just a girl.
A girl who dreams for you. Dreams for you to be mine...
Forever.
Author's Note (July 16, 2016 11:59 p.m.)
I am watching how the day passes through I'm only a minute away. What is taking this too long? Ugh. I'm stuck. Stuck on you. LOL. Yas. And finally it's already 12:00 a.m. My alarm clock is buzzing yeah I know. Okay this is going too far. Baboy!
End (July 17,2016 *winks*)
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