Jan 2014
You are the Chicken on My Briyani,
The Cheese to my Macaroni,
Oh, you make me so happy,
You're everything that I see
I'd love to know what you smell like,
where you always parked your bike,
When we met, I was psyched,
You are always on my mind
The Cheese to my Macaroni,
Oh, you make me so happy,
You're everything that I see
I'd love to know what you smell like,
where you always parked your bike,
When we met, I was psyched,
You are always on my mind
Coming back here after two years have passed and reading this(present day, Jan 2016), what I call poetry, to which I didn't even remember writing but remember that this piece was a song I written on a ukulele. I was indeed a cheesy little piece of ****.
(Borneo)
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