dimanche, octobre 08, 2006

Chelsea Who

I wish to ask her full name
Her soul I can feel, I feel to die in vain
If I don't know her name
Chelsea Who
Is beautiful like the cold magical night sky
Who is the light for the dimmed bulb
Who shall always be with me though not phyiscally there
Her hair dyed in gothic silk, beautiful and fair
Whose eyes shine stay with you forever
Who I wish to meet her...so far never