You put down my drink
complete with four straws,
exhaling a nervous ramble
of rehearsed words.
You told me that you
'didn't know what colour
would be my favourite so'
you 'put one in of each.'
I looked down to see
one yellow, one blue,
one pink and one green
dismissing you with a thank you,
but I wish I instead
would of stopped you
and told you for future,
my favourite is yellow.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
You put down my drink
complete with four straws,
exhaling a nervous ramble
of rehearsed words.
You told me that you
'didn't know what colour
would be my favourite so'
you 'put one in of each.'
I looked down to see
one yellow, one blue,
one pink and one green
dismissing you with a thank you,
but I wish I instead
would of stopped you
and told you for future,
my favourite is yellow.
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