Just writing from my iPhone seven I didn’t upgrade earlier because of you, and I’m holding on until Monday for that iPhone ten.
I never sent your birthday card. It made me cry, so I threw it away. You never appreciated things like that anyway.
The star by my bed glowing bright. It’s been 8 or 9 weeks since it was this hard to sleep at night.
Listening to the music I used to; realizing how numbing top forty has been.
I’d give you up completely just to make him happy. But the truth is…
I owe you for some of the best parts of me.
You’re the reason I write, and listen to the type of music that I like. The reason I fight. It was never in my head. Passion can’t be forged from PBR & Coors Light. ”Take care, Shanna.”
All the things I didn’t say;
better left unsaid.