the grass of my life

he touch my hand

i sit next grass.

i do not expect grass hand touch, it is surprise.

grass touch my hand. 

grass look me....

i look grass

"i like someone."

"who someone grass?"

"someone in room"

grass talk me.

talk me rifgt?

"who"

i say cheekyly

"you sussy baka think i tell you."

what i though he say.

he actualy say

"it flower."

i go want kill flower.

flower is ugly. 

i stan up an go michael for vice.

michael say insane but who care.

grass is love.

michaol stil help because god friend.

sigh.

mickel got me god necklace 

no homo.

"say you like grass smart."

"ok"

here i go.