heart throbs & stuck up snobs.

because i'll pretend to be oblivious to these simple things, in hope that our lives will be just that much more simpler.
listening to other people's opinions doesn't help.

"And I know that it's so cliché to tell you that everyday
I spend with you is the new best day of my life"

--
As the bare trees slowly fill up with winter snow,
and the skies fade from blue to gray,
I'll be waiting for your voice on the wind
carried through the bliss of spring
like birds on the breeze.

Extract from my english poem.
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edit - 10/9/09: confirmed.