She asked.
I said no.
No, was the right answer, right?
I'm not sure anymore.
I'm starting to doubt myself.
Maybe I have it?
I do go from that to it in a snap.
I'm scared.
My head hurts thinking about it.
What if I have it?
What if?
If?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If is a Question in the Question itself.. Well Thanks for sharing....