At first you were shy.
But I kept talking to you because your almond eyes had this way of speaking, without your sweet chocolate strawberry dipped lips from opening.
I wanted to taste those too.
But you didn't want to feed me too much.
No worries though, because slowly you became fruitful
and I tasted berries that I never knew existed.
Yet, at times you wouldn't give me water when I was thirsty
because you were afraid of a drought.
And I promised you that I would never let you run dry.
But lately, it seems like we've both been going on a little diet.
The milk was good but we let it sit there for too long and now it's expired.
One of us threw it out, I'm not sure who.
But I'd be willing to make some almond milk
if you speak with your eye's again.