there wasn't enough syrup in my coffee
there was enough sweetness in you
to last me through bitter sips
and quiet laughs
a bond only to be made stronger by flesh
the sun gone, and we were alone
nothing left but the sound of a name
once hated in my ear
your voice made it sound like pure gold
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
there wasn't enough syrup in my coffee
there was enough sweetness in you
to last me through bitter sips
and quiet laughs
a bond only to be made stronger by flesh
the sun gone, and we were alone
nothing left but the sound of a name
once hated in my ear
your voice made it sound like pure gold
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