We saw like ten guys
And then you to dancing so we were waiting til to they made the move then we did it - thank god the boys always save us they dont take were lesbian as an excuse in these parts
Boys they travel, boys they come.
Run away with me into the sun.
Traveling band in a large white van.
Makes home to your truest fans.
A blonde, A brunette, and a case
full of rum, what the heck could
be more fun? East to West Coast
we shout it out. This is what we are all about.
Young, Wild, Risky, and Free.
Miles to go, highways, palm trees.
Music we could not live without.
A family together, we’ll tough it out.
xoxo from ashley elizabeth to kristie bby
For K bby :)
She makes all the boys stop and stare,
with her pretty bright eyes, and cocoa brown hair.
Young but mature enough to know what she needs,
men they fall down and bow on their knees.
But men are silly so you see,
They promise to keep you and to always be.
They wave and they wander over the seas,
tell her they miss her and smile with glee.
But actions will always speak louder than words,
and it’s her your choose to pass the verb.
inside poem for bby love ;) kk
this ones for kristie too
The sound of the crisp kindling fire, and the
smell of the smoke brought her memory back
to brighter days; days when she still believed
in the good in people, and hope for him.
These memories were all too familiar of a love
she once knew. But an angry man took over in his place.
A monster had become of him and the light
had faded from his once glimmering eyes.
The atmosphere, the friends, they were all the same.
But she wanted to remember this home for that
warm place. A place to spend the holidays before
jealousy and hatred had turned him cold.
She told him goodbye for one final last time,
And he grew up in hatred even more; he was lost.
But she cannot save those who cannot save themselves,
Whom would rather love themselves over ever coming home.
