Multitude of Dreams

Multitude of Dreams

Saturday, 7 April 2012

Retarded much,special still.


We don't have to all posh and classy all the time.
I prefer being complete brats at times.
You don't have to buy me flowers, sharing songs from youtube does the trick.
We don't have to dine fancily at Petercat, we can make a fool of ourselves gorging on huge burgers at KFC instead.
You don't have to kiss me goodnight, pillow fights shall be our bedtime ritual.
You don't have to take me partying in The Park on every special day, we can veg out in front of the TV in our pajamas,in my room, and tune into F.R.I.E.N.D.S perhaps? With Act II popcorn?
You don't have to wear a tuxedo, to compliment my cocktail dress. Because I'm not going to wear one too often,
I choose Converse over stilettos and I absolutely adore you in your hoodie.
You don't have to take the cheque always, lets go Dutch instead.
You don't have to be mushy all the time, *Kicks bhutu out of the room* conversations suits me fine.
You don't need to get me Chocolate mousse or what ever they call it on Christmas, unequal chunks of Milkibar are cherished way more.
You don't have to throw me a surprise party on my birthday, being the first one to wish makes me happiest, and more.
You don't have to hold my hand on the way home,and make me blush. Just assure me people who die on metro tracks doesn't suffer for long.
You don't need to work hard to please me,
You just have to keep me happy, like you do.
Effortlessly, all the time.
Say Amen, please do?

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