Ready for me this morning! Crisp and tangy with Pungent smell Baking bread tomorrow!
Liminal : A Delicate balance between love and indifference Is hard to sustain
Mothers of abandoned sons leave sons who are fated to spend their lives appeasing ghosts that can't be sated. I remember her with pity, and fate's ironic twist, She could not, would not see What a joy she missed.
hopes and fantasies memories and dreams desire and esteem create chaotic overthinking
Primp She's always beautiful. I've seen her plain to primped. Beauty comes from her soul, and sparkles through her shell.
Irksome It's irksome, but it's true. You're not going to have a good time, no matter what I do.
Sincere Those who think I'm not sincere have never fought my fight. With pen and paxil I'll survive the darkness in the night.
Bludgeon The hammer of depression bludgeons me about, as the skies turn gray and the sun goes south.