It's officially past midnight in Leeds.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWY!!!!
If you don't know who Shawy is...then you don't know Queenzone.
Ahem...it is now time for a poem.
I love you as one of my closest, dearest friends.
Boys and girls can be just closest friends.
There is no passion greater than the one
That touches not the body but the heart.
You mean much more to me than someone who
I date and undate, want and then don't want.
They're the waves, and you are like a shore
Where I can sit and watch them kiss the sand.
I'm sorry I can't be with you today,
When you should rule by virtue of your birth.
Please accept this tribute of mere words,
Poor substitute for all I am and have.
DID I MAKE YOU THROW UP????
I hope so.
Love ya! Happy Birthday!
*head bangs 17 times*