Times

it's times like these that slow everything down and I need to feel you, near. reach out and know, you are here it's never a good sign when the humor cuts both ways biting, insulting with a dash of mean thrown in. just for fun, you say and this is how you show me you care really so, this is how you comfort me in the still of the night, as the words repeat seared. and the pain penetrates, deeper within somehow this doesn't feel like love doesn't feel like anything, close...