the pizza in the fridge is
crusty and 2 days old.
your sleeping. afraid of waking you,
i cook up a breakfast, a healthy one.
fresh squeezed oranges tells me
that your juice is worth the squeeze.
i'm sorry for before, what i did was wrong.
i put my heart into the pancake mix
i hope it taste good. the eggs are sunny side up,
just like your smile. even with your morning hair,
i wouldnt trade you in for anything. your tossing
and turning, i'm almost done cooking.
you get up with the mood of last night.
we look at eachother, you make your move.
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