A warm coffee mug A shot made of blue A blanket gives a hug A poem rings true The day is long You’d think I’d get a clue My heart gives a tug When I think of you These poems get longer Though the words stay the same As I’m left to wonder Why you’re so far away Yet it’s still a good morning It’s still a good day Because you’ve read this poem And know I’m not going away ;)
Good Morning to my angel previous night was spent making blue jello shots (hence the shot made of blue, like a memory)