It is ink drying on a page And neatly folded laundry that describe me. It is bakery scents And two day t-shirts that represent you. Together, we are the perfect ratio Of seriousness and...

  She was like the moon. The only constant thing about her Was that she was constantly changing. Sometimes she was full, Those were the best of times, But other times, She disappeared...

They were opposites, you see. Black and white, high and low, hot and cold. The pair never agreed on any subject, not a single one. However, they knew that they were perfect for one another. How could...