When those words bite? When you notice each slight? When nothing feels right?
I didn't intend for this to rhyme. But frankly, I think it's rather sublime.
Outside the storm is beginning her show.
Where do I belong, I want to know.
I am middle aged and settled now, and yet, I haven't become me, I don't know how.
Liam is about to cry, lightning and rain, I'll get him. Sigh.
Enjoy your Wednesday. It's never as bad as the words that I paint. Melodrama is not for the faint.
I am having some fun, but I have to run.
Liam will not sleep with a storm raging about, a good night's rest, I'll do without.
I didn't intend for this to rhyme. But frankly, I think it's rather sublime.
Outside the storm is beginning her show.
Where do I belong, I want to know.
I am middle aged and settled now, and yet, I haven't become me, I don't know how.
Liam is about to cry, lightning and rain, I'll get him. Sigh.
Enjoy your Wednesday. It's never as bad as the words that I paint. Melodrama is not for the faint.
I am having some fun, but I have to run.
Liam will not sleep with a storm raging about, a good night's rest, I'll do without.
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