The perfect amount of salt It dissolves in my mouth Melting on my pancakes Complimented with sugary flakes Dipped in syrupy lakes My fruit salad with grapes Bananas and apples too It's too yummy to be true While butter is still melting I dig in, it tastes overwhelming ~12/5/21
Once I began to get heathy, I cut out all the junk food, and saturated fats. No more bacon and eggs for me. I added fruits and vegetables to my diet. I exercise, and I pound ****** Mary's from 6 am to noon. The tomato juice is very healthy.
Do you remember Sunday mornings When you told me how much You loved the way I said “I love you” You said it reminded you of The marmalade your mother made Which you spread on toast Every morning for breakfast
You always found comfort In a morning routine Until you turned 17 When you no longer Could stomach the sweetness I guess like breakfast You grew tired of me
Do you remember Friday evenings When we drank captain and coke And you told me how my presence Reminded you of Christmas in 2003 The last yule you spent with your parents Where there were cookies and presents And not a single hint of your father’s affair
I guess it is true what they say Like father, like son Much like you, I no longer Grow eager for Santa or sleigh bells Instead I remember Christmas of 2019 When you said that you could never Love someone as pathetic as me