My thoughts have been on that train.

I will finally catch some sleep knowing you're not mine to keep.

Today Leonardo drew a perfect circle freehand,
it was pretty rad.

Ginger peach,
chai spice,
earl grey,
and green.
Every sunrise you burn your mouth eager,
while I hate caffeine.
You ask for more honey,
and i'll keep mine plain.
But two could never be perfect
if exactly the same.

There were colors in your eyes only I had seen.

I ruined my socks for you.