Michael...
I touch your soft, smooth, warm skin. My fingers tingle, my دل skips a beat. You're blissfully asleep. Your beautiful face arest and calm. Gourgous chocolate cloloured, almond-shaped eyes closed. Full, تکیا lips silghtly opened, breathing quiet breaths. Your cute, silky black curls fall to the side and infront of آپ angel face.
I wonder what آپ dream about... Songs, world peace.. all of these beautiful things.
آپ do a deep sigh, slightly making me jump. You're an angel. I trace your perfect jawline. I wonder if آپ can feel my gentle touches? If آپ can, do آپ like it? I gently اقدام your hair from your face and behind your ear.
Suddenly, آپ اقدام and your big, warm arms لپیٹ, لفاف کریں around me. Your scent is deliciously intoxicating. Your body is so warm. ... I'm in Heaven. My دل is racing. Your heartbeat is musical.
I really wish we could be together. I just want to be able to kiss your lips. To maybe just kiss your cheek. And to feel your lips on mine. In just three years... We could be together.
But you... DO آپ Love me like I Love you? Are آپ happier when I'm around? Are آپ sadder when I'm not? Does your دل race at the speed of light when we're close? Do آپ get shivers at my every word?
I wish we were closer in age...
Your harmonious heartbeat and breath lull me to sleep.
***
I wake up to the murmured sounds of The Three Stooges and your angelic giggles.
"Good morning!" آپ give me that beautiful Smile. "Sleep well?"
"Yes," I yawn, putting my hand over my mouth.
"Your mother's coming over at 3 to pick آپ up for your violin lessons," آپ inform me, a sort of sad tone in your voice.
"Damn," I sigh and sit up.
"I know," آپ look at me. Your eyes are amazing. I'm actually lost for a منٹ until a bonk! on ther TV scares me. آپ giggle. I'm still tired. I lean on you, and we snuggle and watch TV. Curly's having Trouble with his sweater.
"So," your sweet voice sounds unsure how to start. "Have آپ found آپ Girlfriend یا boyfriend yet?"
"I have my eye on people..." I blush, not wanting to make it odd. آپ seem dissapointed. I can tell.
"Like who?" آپ have that ooh, tell me! voice that آپ use to cover it up.
"A guy and a girl," I say, giggling and playing with your bed-headed curls. آپ say, with an amazing chuckle that I'm being cryptic. "Why do آپ need to know?"
"So if they hurt you, I can get my bodyguards to teach them a lesson," آپ say in all seriousness. Your eyes have dulled a bit (this happens when you're serious about things like this) and your mouth is pressed in a firm line. Your eyes are looking straight into mine, pleading, If they even look at آپ in a way آپ don't like, آپ tell me. "I really don't wanna see آپ hurt, Adds." Your eyes get their sparkly-ness (new word :D) back as I hug you. I can feel your دل beat as fast as mine. "Thank you, Michael..." I say softly as آپ stroke my hair with your hand and whisper, "You're welcome..." Then آپ say, "You mean so much to me... I don't like seeing آپ hurt... It makes my stomach twist."
You're so sweet... I nod and آپ kiss my forehead gently. آپ have no idea how many Butterflies are in my stomach right now. How Happy I feel, just from that little kiss on the forehead. I can't describe at all my feelings, Michael.
Your caring eyes look into mine. "If you're hurt, physically, emotionally, or-"
"I know, Mike..." I say, sorry to interrupt. "You tell me that every day..."
"Do I tell آپ that You're My Best Friend everyday?" آپ ask, a sweet Smile on your face that almost makes me lose my breath.
"Yes," I laugh. "Twice."
"I'm gonna up it to three," then that grin آپ give me literally makes me have to catch my breath. I giggle. "What's the occasion?"
"You," آپ say simply.
I'm so happy I'm your best friend and you're mine. We share secrets, play games and giggle with eachother. Just being close to آپ is amazing. I thank God everyday for you. I've prayed, ever since I heard your voice to meet you.
My prayers have been answered.
*~* End of part one! *~*
If I get good reviews, مزید than 3 likes and maybe some constructive critisism (wtf, I dont think that's how آپ spell it 0-0) and help with spelling errors, I'll make more! :D
L O V E
I touch your soft, smooth, warm skin. My fingers tingle, my دل skips a beat. You're blissfully asleep. Your beautiful face arest and calm. Gourgous chocolate cloloured, almond-shaped eyes closed. Full, تکیا lips silghtly opened, breathing quiet breaths. Your cute, silky black curls fall to the side and infront of آپ angel face.
I wonder what آپ dream about... Songs, world peace.. all of these beautiful things.
آپ do a deep sigh, slightly making me jump. You're an angel. I trace your perfect jawline. I wonder if آپ can feel my gentle touches? If آپ can, do آپ like it? I gently اقدام your hair from your face and behind your ear.
Suddenly, آپ اقدام and your big, warm arms لپیٹ, لفاف کریں around me. Your scent is deliciously intoxicating. Your body is so warm. ... I'm in Heaven. My دل is racing. Your heartbeat is musical.
I really wish we could be together. I just want to be able to kiss your lips. To maybe just kiss your cheek. And to feel your lips on mine. In just three years... We could be together.
But you... DO آپ Love me like I Love you? Are آپ happier when I'm around? Are آپ sadder when I'm not? Does your دل race at the speed of light when we're close? Do آپ get shivers at my every word?
I wish we were closer in age...
Your harmonious heartbeat and breath lull me to sleep.
***
I wake up to the murmured sounds of The Three Stooges and your angelic giggles.
"Good morning!" آپ give me that beautiful Smile. "Sleep well?"
"Yes," I yawn, putting my hand over my mouth.
"Your mother's coming over at 3 to pick آپ up for your violin lessons," آپ inform me, a sort of sad tone in your voice.
"Damn," I sigh and sit up.
"I know," آپ look at me. Your eyes are amazing. I'm actually lost for a منٹ until a bonk! on ther TV scares me. آپ giggle. I'm still tired. I lean on you, and we snuggle and watch TV. Curly's having Trouble with his sweater.
"So," your sweet voice sounds unsure how to start. "Have آپ found آپ Girlfriend یا boyfriend yet?"
"I have my eye on people..." I blush, not wanting to make it odd. آپ seem dissapointed. I can tell.
"Like who?" آپ have that ooh, tell me! voice that آپ use to cover it up.
"A guy and a girl," I say, giggling and playing with your bed-headed curls. آپ say, with an amazing chuckle that I'm being cryptic. "Why do آپ need to know?"
"So if they hurt you, I can get my bodyguards to teach them a lesson," آپ say in all seriousness. Your eyes have dulled a bit (this happens when you're serious about things like this) and your mouth is pressed in a firm line. Your eyes are looking straight into mine, pleading, If they even look at آپ in a way آپ don't like, آپ tell me. "I really don't wanna see آپ hurt, Adds." Your eyes get their sparkly-ness (new word :D) back as I hug you. I can feel your دل beat as fast as mine. "Thank you, Michael..." I say softly as آپ stroke my hair with your hand and whisper, "You're welcome..." Then آپ say, "You mean so much to me... I don't like seeing آپ hurt... It makes my stomach twist."
You're so sweet... I nod and آپ kiss my forehead gently. آپ have no idea how many Butterflies are in my stomach right now. How Happy I feel, just from that little kiss on the forehead. I can't describe at all my feelings, Michael.
Your caring eyes look into mine. "If you're hurt, physically, emotionally, or-"
"I know, Mike..." I say, sorry to interrupt. "You tell me that every day..."
"Do I tell آپ that You're My Best Friend everyday?" آپ ask, a sweet Smile on your face that almost makes me lose my breath.
"Yes," I laugh. "Twice."
"I'm gonna up it to three," then that grin آپ give me literally makes me have to catch my breath. I giggle. "What's the occasion?"
"You," آپ say simply.
I'm so happy I'm your best friend and you're mine. We share secrets, play games and giggle with eachother. Just being close to آپ is amazing. I thank God everyday for you. I've prayed, ever since I heard your voice to meet you.
My prayers have been answered.
*~* End of part one! *~*
If I get good reviews, مزید than 3 likes and maybe some constructive critisism (wtf, I dont think that's how آپ spell it 0-0) and help with spelling errors, I'll make more! :D
L O V E
The first shipment of Katherine Jackson's coffee میز, جدول book about Michael Jackson isn't exactly flying off the shelves in Gary, Indiana. In fact the کتابیں never even made it to the shelves, because they were stolen.
A rep from the publisher, Vintage Pop, tells TMZ they FedEx'd seven boxes of "Never Can Say Goodbye" to the ہوم of a Jackson family friend in Gary ... and they were supposed to end up for sale at the new MJ monument. But someone absolutely, positively wanted them so badly, they چرا لیا, چوری کی them right off the front steps of the house where they were left.
A rep from the publisher, Vintage Pop, tells TMZ they FedEx'd seven boxes of "Never Can Say Goodbye" to the ہوم of a Jackson family friend in Gary ... and they were supposed to end up for sale at the new MJ monument. But someone absolutely, positively wanted them so badly, they چرا لیا, چوری کی them right off the front steps of the house where they were left.
- 1 empty bottle propofol 200 mg
- 1 pulse monometer
- 1 empty vial lorazepam 4 mg
- 2 empty vials midazolam 10mg
- 1 empty vial propofol 1g/100ml
- 1 black nylon bag
- 1 dark blue costco bag
- 1 light blue canvas bag
- 1 pill bottle with 13 tablets containing 25 mg ephedrine, 200 mg caffeine, 80 mg aspirin
- 4 vials propofol 200mg/20ml
- 2 vials 5 mg flumazenil
- 1 vial lorazepam
- 1 vial lidocane
- 200mg vials of propofol (1 full, 1 1/4 full)
- 1 empty bag I.V. drip of sodium chloride with syringe
- 1 ziplock baggy containing 18 tubes of Benoquin
Note that one of the items seized was a canvas bag. Bodyguard Alberto Alvarez told cops Dr. Murray told him to put vials of propofol in a plastic bag and put that bag in a canvas bag.
I love you, Michael :(
He come groovin' up slowly
He's got Joo Joo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knees
Got to be a joker he just do what he please
He wear no shoe shine
He's got toe جام football
He's got monkey finger
He shoot Coca-Cola
He say "I know you, آپ know me"
One thing I can tell آپ is آپ got to be free
Come together
Right now
Over me
He bag production
He's got walrus gum-boot
He's got Ono sideboard
He one spinal کریکر
He got feet down through his knees
Hold آپ in his کرسی, آرام کرسی
آپ can feel his disease
Come together
Right now
Over me
Come together babe
Come together babe
Come together
Come together
He roller coaster
He's got early warning
He's got muddy water
He one Mojo filter
He say "One and one and one is three"
Got to be good looking 'cause he's so hard to see
Come together
Right now
Over me
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