Probably Wouldn'T Be This Way Poem by Christina Conseco

Got a date a week from Friday
With the Preacher's son
Everybody says we're crazy
I guess we'll see

I finally moved to Jackson
When the summer came
I don't have to pay that boy to rake my leaves
I'm probably going on and on
It seems I'm doing more of that these days

I probably wouldn't be this way
I probably wouldn't hurt so bad
I never pictured any minute without you in it
Oh it hurt so bad
Sometimes I see you standing there
Its like I feel an Angel's touch
I can't believe that I'm so lucky to have had
The chance to love this much
God give me a moment's Grace
Cause if I never feel your face
I probably wouldn't be this way