A shout of quite poems

Poem 11 | I like

I like empty book stores,
coupled with a thunder storm.

I like coffee in the morning,
with the day just being boring.

I like canceled plans,
just to go to far away lands.

I like comfy pjs that are over worn,
with a creaky floor board.

I like to go to bed without the fright,
without a sleepless night.

But most of all I just like,
the idea of death without the painful sight.