Just because it's still that time of year.
If I had eyes in the back of my head, I would have told you that you looked good as I walked away.
Blank stares at blank pages. No easy way to say this. You mean well, but you make this hard on me.
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time. It will not be the last time. There is no parasol that could shelter this weather. I've been.... Smiling... with anchors on my shoulders