you, i suppose, are a piece of map
but i, nothing but a piece of plain paper
you disagreed
we ended up agreeing to disagree
my love,
i adore you so much more than flowers blooming
more than the stars that forms the constellations
perhaps, more than my morning coffee
you are the sugar in my coffee
my world is sweeter with you in it
you watered the flowers in my tummy
with your blue ocean eyes
who knew that was possible?
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
you, i suppose, are a piece of map
but i, nothing but a piece of plain paper
you disagreed
we ended up agreeing to disagree
my love,
i adore you so much more than flowers blooming
more than the stars that forms the constellations
perhaps, more than my morning coffee
you are the sugar in my coffee
my world is sweeter with you in it
you watered the flowers in my tummy
with your blue ocean eyes
who knew that was possible?
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