She's dry as the acrylics fermenting on her skin; the soulful artist bursting to release a figment of imagination that will surely caress your eyes - she might displease. To her eyes only, you won't read much concerning her; she's rather in between the text. But grow accustomed to her bottomless lyrics and maybe someday you'll understand the mentality of this Battle Field. Till then she bids you adieu, and bedazzles you with a doodle.
Horse Shoe said,
May 25, 2006 @ 2:56 pm
sweet dreams and hope you get up felling well
Your Battlefield said,
May 25, 2006 @ 5:35 pm
horse shoe:
unfortunately that didnt happen i got up feeling sick to the edge….and my dreams werent sweeet…:(..but thanks for the comment
ZiZoTiMe said,
May 25, 2006 @ 6:59 pm
GOd !! The same awful symptoms
Allah e3enech sis
Take your medications and enshalah soon you’ll feel much better
Get well soon sweetie