It's strange that you want your watermelon without seeds .
Or how many roses you want to keep and never throw away but keep the dry petals between your journal pages .
Or how long you would keep your cereal soaked into the milk but still you want some of them to stay crunchy .
I know how bitter you want your coffee to be , I wonder whom you want to impress ,
well , I'm .
Or how you like to lick the melted chocolate off of your finger tips .
Or how you like to sit on your chair at 5:30pm on a cold Sunday afternoon , to catch up some cold breeze at your sunset looking balcony , and you let the wind brush through your dark brown hair and never bother to take a jacket ,
because , purposely you want to feel cold .
But on a Monday morning when you have no mood to define a boring, yet busy day .
Meanwhile , sky will be talking about your favourite day .
" a cloudy day , a rainy day "
And that's all you want from a Monday .
Chilly aromatic breeze , a shy sun in our city .
A warm coffee between your palms .
And .. home , home , home .
{M} .
YOU ARE READING
Aroma Breeze
Poetry" You treat them like they have a heart like you Soft and tender .. That's how you write . So beautifully , right !. Inside your head must be a forest and mountains . I believe !. So I told the stars about you . I'll sing until the miracle comes...
