I want a letter written to me,
Starting with Dear and ending with my utmost affection,
I wanna be brought up during those days where guys tried,
Like not afraid to get denied,
Lets pretend the internet isn't alive,
I wanna dance ballroom style, and let a man take the lead,
I want him to pretty much just protect me,
I'm trashing all this feministic ****,
Lets go back to those days when girls were respected and taken care of,
Rewind and replay the parts of Pride and Prejudice,
Or I wanna be Scarlett O'hara battling it out with Rhett,
I want a man who won't be so afraid,
Sure my face is pretty and whatnot, but why don't you say it to me?
Like grow a pair,
Grab me,
Make a move,
Don't be so **** afraid to hug me,
Please,
All I'm asking,
And I want to be dressed to the nines with ball gowns that go down to my ankles, and my hair all curled like Maria Antoinette,
Ok so maybe I've lost my mine,
But I sure wanna ride a carriage at twilight,
And have candles light the night,
Silly of me I suppose,
But still I cannot help but want those ancient times,
When men had to act right

Nothing could ever pull, take me away from you.

No one could ever say a word,

a single word that would make me not love you.


I could never do anything strong enough,

nothing to the slightest to make me not love you.



I'm wrapped around your finger,

tightly coiled.

Instead, I tell you to go after another before she slips away,

like I, too, let you stray.

But, I remind myself, as I wait,

if we're meant for each other,

the opportunity will come again some day.



And that time,

I will never let you stray.

I promise to love you each and every day.