Everything Changes

by Amber Hernley   Apr 9, 2006


I love it when you call me beautiful,
I love it when we talk on the phone about anything,
It means the world to me,
but I don't understand how
the next minute everything changes.
I hate how you get mad at me for the littlest thing.
I hate when we argue for any thing...and how we seem to argue every day.
There are ups and downs to everything,
but I just wish we could find the one that changes every down into an up.

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