Every morning
I swirl the letters in my cup of coffee
Every afternoon
I whisper the syllables to the gentle breeze
Every evening
I etch it as a constellation in the starry sky
Every night
I dream of the name dancing in my mind
Every day, every time
"Alfonso"
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
Every morning
I swirl the letters in my cup of coffee
Every afternoon
I whisper the syllables to the gentle breeze
Every evening
I etch it as a constellation in the starry sky
Every night
I dream of the name dancing in my mind
Every day, every time
"Alfonso"
My classmates would understand that this is one big situational irony haha!
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