They ruin it with flavored syrup
And poison it with sugar
They water it down with ice
Till you can't taste what's left of it
I want it like chocolate
But not because it's mocha
I want it like raspberries
But not because you flavored it
Occasionally, I want it creamy
But with a fresh taste
No scorched milk
I like it bitter too
So they can't ruin it
I like the flavor of oranges
And a scent alluding to cardamon
It should remind me of tropical places
with only a taste of it
In the winter, it should smell of apples
And cinnamon
And ginger
In the summer
Citrus
And berries
And the rain
I want it black
And strong
And a little sweet
I want it fresh
After a long day
Or a big meal
And made just for me
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
