Sometimes, I want to take music
In my arms
And give her a big hug.
Sometimes, I want to cradle her
In my arms,
Crying tears of joy.
Other times, I want to run to the bathroom
And do a happy dance with her
All by myself.
Oh, I wish I could dance.
but music says she doesn’t care.
Ose Binitie is no random blogger; having aced a blogging stint at FAB Magazine and now successfully running two independent blogs, she'd say she was pretty awesome. She loves language, music, writing and so many other things! Check out her posts at www.emphaticdynamo.com and hellurrrandom.wordpress.com View more posts
