jueves, 16 de abril de 2009

She likes chocolate in the morning, she drinks her coffee late at night, you can sense that she is guarded but that's alright. She'll fall asleep while your still talking with unfinished books beside her bed. She'll cancel all of her appointments and go shopping instead. She loves to watch the sunset but she is partial to the rain with those tears and that umbrella, her allure goes unexplained. You made dinner in your apartment, you both assume that she'll be late, she always has the best intentions, her goodness is innate. And in spite of what is right far beyond what she'd except, when the moon begs the question, will you have the answer yet, why can't you just adore her?... I like chocolate in the morning, I drink my coffee late at night.

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