I'm not sure
if I love very many things,
but here are the few
that I can remember:
I love the taste of dark chocolate
in November
I love the silver of the sky
just before it rains
I love first sips of coffee
from new mugs
I love the taste of oysters,
but not as much as pesto
I love that one song you'd play for me,
about the boat sinking
I love the kind of soft sadness
that reminds you of who you used to be.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
I'm not sure
if I love very many things,
but here are the few
that I can remember:
I love the taste of dark chocolate
in November
I love the silver of the sky
just before it rains
I love first sips of coffee
from new mugs
I love the taste of oysters,
but not as much as pesto
I love that one song you'd play for me,
about the boat sinking
I love the kind of soft sadness
that reminds you of who you used to be.
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