April 8, 2024.
Yellow yolk sunlight, too messy
But at least with sunny side up,
we're both just as done - no one sided feelings
I can afford to be greedy, I'd devour you if I could
I could say I've always preferred -
Just a cup of piping hot tea, black or earl grey
Takes a gentle touch to get it just right
But regardless, I lift it to my lips too early, scalding
Won't kiss again for a few more sunrises, so stay for the night
Don't know what it is with you
It's too gentle, I can't trust it
Last time we were together, you bent down
to clean the muck from my platform shoes,
and it felt like a moment of worship
If these are my mornings now,
how blessed am I?
I take my breakfast savory, and yours sweet
Got me asking for honey for my tea
Grown too comfortable, my blade dull, strangely happy
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2024-04-08 at 20:10
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honey for my tea
I never liked my love over easyYellow yolk sunlight, too messy
But at least with sunny side up,
we're both just as done - no one sided feelings
I can afford to be greedy, I'd devour you if I could
I could say I've always preferred -
Just a cup of piping hot tea, black or earl grey
Takes a gentle touch to get it just right
But regardless, I lift it to my lips too early, scalding
Won't kiss again for a few more sunrises, so stay for the night
Don't know what it is with you
It's too gentle, I can't trust it
Last time we were together, you bent down
to clean the muck from my platform shoes,
and it felt like a moment of worship
If these are my mornings now,
how blessed am I?
I take my breakfast savory, and yours sweet
Got me asking for honey for my tea
Grown too comfortable, my blade dull, strangely happy
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 29 times
Written on 2024-04-08 at 20:10
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