16 August 2012
So many questions Randomly out of the blue I would ask them But I feel like such bother to you
I've asked too many already I'd better stop now But I know you'd insist Here's every question and a small bow
What's your favourite colour? Jeans or shorts? What about tank tops, Or are they a mission abort?
Do you like giraffe's? Or have you ever been to a zoo? Do you have questions Like mine too?
Comb or hairbrush? Do you like butterflies? What's your favourite animal? Do you have a favourite Halloween disguise?
Sandals, flip flops, or Converse? Okay so none of this really matters But my mind has so many questions For you and your chatters
What's your worst bad habit? If you had one wish, what would it be? How long have you been an insomniac Or does it come by naturally?
I'm sorry for all my questions I really am Can you forgive me Once I come to an end?
What's your favourite flower? Do you have any allergies? Any other addictions, Not known to me?
What's your age, But I try not to ask. You're asked so much I shan't be a pest
Do you like to swim? Or would you rather stay home? Have you ever received any awards? What has your curiosity become?
I know this is a lot But I only have two Would you be okay with me Saying I love you?
I'm so sorry for all these questions But here's my final one Do you know how much You make my life so fun?
So Many Questions • Opuss № I