There are days that I am weary
And there are days that I am fine
There are days that I am happy and
There are days where life's not mineThere are days I want to sit and read
For hours and hours on end
And there are days when picking up a book
Is as impossible as it is to bendThere are days where its easy to smile
And days its easier to frown
There are days that I stand up
And days that I fall downThere are days when I can talk to you
For an hour maybe more
But there are much more frequent days
When my entire body's soreThere are days when I am weary
And days that I am fun
Days that pass in years
And days that pass in noneThere are days that I'm alive
And days I could be dead
Where the courage to live evades me
And I'm trapped inside my headBut I see these days with each passing
And I accept what now might come
For there are days that I am me
And days I'm everyone
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The Minor Key
AléatoireThis is going to be a collection of all of the poetry I have written plus new ones as I write them. This whole collection is dedicated to my love, Aden Grey. You may be gone from this world but you will never be gone from my heart.