It feels like
waking up just to bury my head
under your neck and falling back asleep as the sun rises on us.

It sounds like
me asking for 5 more minutes on the phone.
Like I did the last 8 times before.
When we’ve already been talking for 2 hours.

It tastes like
mint on your tongue,
because you know I hate the smell of smoke.

It smells like
burnt eggs in the morning,
because you keep coming back to bed
with coffee breath kisses.

It looks like
meeting you was chance,
knowing you was choice,
and falling in love
was beyond my control.



The Five Senses of You


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