Sometimes watching pretty girl trudge through snow
Dark hair stand out like bright eyes
Against ice and white
She never really know I watching
Hiding out in nothing like monster
Me thinks maybe word for feeling
Watching her makes Yeti feel warm inside
Even when it grows dark and there is no light
Hear other human call feeling love
Love sounds warm and soft... but is sometimes sad
Like fluffy kitten that chokes to death on bit of pretty ribbon
Like Yeti hiding in snow
Watching pretty girl that will never know
But now it is time to go
While feeling warm in ice and snow
Maybe one day she will know
Yeti loved her
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC
Sometimes watching pretty girl trudge through snow
Dark hair stand out like bright eyes
Against ice and white
She never really know I watching
Hiding out in nothing like monster
Me thinks maybe word for feeling
Watching her makes Yeti feel warm inside
Even when it grows dark and there is no light
Hear other human call feeling love
Love sounds warm and soft... but is sometimes sad
Like fluffy kitten that chokes to death on bit of pretty ribbon
Like Yeti hiding in snow
Watching pretty girl that will never know
But now it is time to go
While feeling warm in ice and snow
Maybe one day she will know
Yeti loved her
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