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it's one of those lazy Sundays where your stomach is full
you are
almost content in your procrastination
you are
just happy to digest
your day
and your weekly home-cooked meal
but you still know that there is
work to be done
an echo in the back of your mind keeps saying
(do it tomorrow... tomorrow..tomorrow)
when the lighting lights up yellow,
It tells me that I haven't lost my thunder.
She has
eyes like the sky and aspirations to match
she says
"guys like to lie" and "I'm not a catch"
she is
only half right but
she could
never be farther from the truth
she will
one day touch the sky but first
she has to
lay down roots
Eyes wide open
I am awake
and i lay back
and i type
these short lines
with no meaning attached
besides the moment that
my fingers hit the keys
One day I will figure out how to
write
LOVE
without using just four letters
Always
and
Forever
Are two words
that I can only believe
when it is YOU that says them.

Forever
and
always.
A plate of french fries so greasy they were soggy
(ew, ew, ew)
Three half green oranges
A bowl of trix cereal half the size of my head
Most
(but not all)
Of a Mayfield toffee bar
The definition of eating on a whim
Those starving kids i keep hearing about
probably would've eaten the toffee bar right down tothe stick
(maybe the stick too)
and perhaps even the orange peels
then licked my the plate clean
when I
left
peels
ice cream
some ketchup on my plate
milk in my bowl
and complained
in my mind
the whole while
about how the fries weren't crispy
the toffee bar was cold and hurt my teeth
the oranges got their sticky juice on my hands
the trix milk at the bottom had too much of the cereal left in it so the texture was just a tad off

I eat on a whim
they can't even eat enough to avoid being emaciated
There's some thinking to do. . . i think
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