You said you love broccoli,
I said you are crazy,
Green can't be anything.
You said you love work,
I said you are drunk,
Screen can't be anything.
Holding a plate of broccoli,
Focusing on the MS Excel,
Putting on a smiling face,
Cool you survive the both.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 3:50 PM UTC
Like a pizza,
I opened my heart for you.
I cheered you with all my sweety,
my salty,
my spicy,
my specialty,
my everything,
until,
you said you wanted a dumpling.
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
Squirrel fish, a pricy Chinese dish that I've been wanting for years.
The beautiful.
The sweet.
The soft.
The golden.
The juicy.
The crispy.
The everything that I can imagine,
has gone, when I finally can afford it.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
My bedroom is inside my office
On weekends, I lay in my bed.
The air is soft, quiet, and light.
The goose-yellow lights are rolling from the four corners of the room and stop gently on me.
I roll over comfortably, stretch my body, hug my pillow, oh, it's so comfortable.
But the bed creaks, saying she was in pain.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC