It's funny, the way one single glance at the sky that seems sad, the way certain coffee my tastes one morning and the way the little fizz is bubbling out of my steaming cup, the way the colors of the sky dance and get lost in each other when the sun is waking up, can remind you of something so different. The sky my dear, reminds me of Christmas in Colorado and the way I hoped that maybe that year, it would be a white Christmas. Every time I take a sip of my coffee exploding with flavor, I think of when our lips met at the mall, with a coffee in my hand, and the whole universe in my stomach. And when the colors of the sky, seem the be lost in each other, I remember when I couldn't sleep amongst the tropical, stickiness of florida, so I sat outside and waited.. And while each vanished, it was one more, that made me wish I was in your arms.. My heart does a funny thing. It transports me back to the path I once walked, and I guess there's nothing bad with that. Unless, the one thing that you're trying to do, is run away from your broken path, and find a new one.
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