years go by and i'm still thinkingof how in deep i was with youand i know it was never loveand i know we will never be lovewe built a life outside of usnot that it was ever appropriatenow it's...

  Some days the skyturns dark early.Pink is obscured by gray.Rain against the window,clouds hanging low.The kind of daythat makes you wantto crawl back into bed. Life is good.I know that.There are poems to write.Breakfast needs to be made.A few thingsthat...