~
French toast
kisses drizzle
upon me in
maple syrup
shimmers,
coating my
yearning lips
with the sweet
cinnamon butter
love of you
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
Eyes of yours,
Eat up my hours
Each time I stare,
My lips begins to widen
It's like a drug
I can't stop taking
If I do,
My soul would suffer...from emptiness
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
Like a kid in a candy store
I was loading up big
Filling arms and hands
'Till nothing else fit
But up at the counter
They gave me the bad news
The price was work and time
And I was overbooked
So I pushed aside the pile
And picked up one tiny thing
Hoping it was worth the price
Of all my other dreams
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC