Language
I find it funny.
I sit here on my post, wondering.
I've fallen for a kit. I cant belive it. But, she's so livly and smart. If it wern't for her brother, she'd be here with me.
I've seen her here before. She thinks I don't see her wistful stares, but I do. Maybe, this next ball, she and I could be.
Everyone says Jenny and I are perfect, but Jenny is my freind. Nothing more, nothing less.
But, that kit's stares say more than words. They are they're own language. They speak volumes, without a single syllable.
But what would she say if I told her. Would she smile, or run away?
But I'll sit here under the stars, and say it to the Jellicle Moon.
I do love you Rumpleteazer, and there's nothing at all to be done about that.