by Mrs. Hathoway

Created on: July 13, 2010

Somedays we're happy and couldn't be any better

Only winning the lottery would make it more perfect

Then there are days I can't stand you

My cheeks get redder and redder

The smell of you can make me float on air

The sight of your smile can send chills down my back

Then I see the sink full of hair

And how it seems you just don't care

There are days I hate you

When my blood boils and I see red.

Then there are days I want you

I roll around in the thought of you in my head

It's on and off with you

And I wouldn't want it any other way

I just hope tomorrow is just like yesterday.

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