these are the days

These are the days, the days when your fridge only holds some eggs and old rice, when you fall asleep on the couch and you can't remember why, when you wake up on a cold bitter Minnesota winter morning and the sun is shining through the big apartment window and you feel warm, when your head is buzzing, and when your crap coffee pot makes bitter coffee but you still sip it like it's your life's blood, with your random bouts of red or pale lipstick, sometimes you wear black makeup and sometimes none at all, and when you still make the best of things even when rent seems like it's due every other week. These are the days you will always remember.

Reviews

[Miss Kerri]

I absolutely love this imagery created in this poem!
This is awesome!

[Erin Michelle]

Thank you very much Miss Kerri!