Hey Stephen,
I thought our relationship would be a love story and I used to
think you belong with me. I didn't think it would ever
change. When you asked me out I thought it was the best
day. Even though we were only fifteen I thought we would be
together forever and always. I didn't feel invisible
anymore when you were mine. So tell me why I used to love you
the way I loved you. Because now you're just another
picture to burn and I know that you're not sorry.
You're just mean and I don't know anybody as cold as
you. Now thinking back to the story of us makes me feel
haunted. I should've said no in the first
place.
Can you bleed for a week and survive?
Can you squeeze 14 inch baby from a 9 centimeter hole?
Can you carry a 7 pound baby in your stomach for 9 months?
Can you take care of a child, cook, clean, and talk on the phone
atonce?
Can you carry 10 8 pound s.h.o.p.p.i.n.gb.a.g.s?
Can you go a [[week]] only eating [[salad]]?
Can you --->face heartbreak?
Can you watch the (love of your life) be with someone else?
Can you burn your forehead with a straightener and not
complain?
Can you wear a thin piece of s t r i n g in your a s s all day?
Can you walk all day in 4 inch stilletos?
Can you cry all night then wake up the next morning like
everythings okay?
Fall: Uggs , hoodies, warm blankets, caramel apples, hot
chocolate, picking and carving pumpkins, thanksgiving, the smell of
fall, wind, staying warm, fall clothes, football season I can't
wait.