Sometimes... // poetry

sometimes the days would be long. sometimes she had to sit down and cry. sometimes she wished that she could start the day over. 

sometimes she had to see past all of that; and see what a beautiful life she was given.

sometimes life wasn't easy. sometimes she wanted the day to be over. sometimes she wanted to throw something across the room. sometimes she just sat and listened to quiet music and the pitter-patter on her window pane, sometimes she listened to the crickets chirping in the rain. sometimes she stayed up too late and needed coffee to keep her awake.

sometimes morning comes to early, and sometimes too late. 

sometimes she just had to love it entirely.

after all; she was quite an expert in messy.