"My grammar is almost as bad as my posture"
Fake Ray Ban shades, Facebook,
and we mistook double shot espresso lattes for chai tea.
You're so sharp in your hipster scarf
and no matter what you say it's the truth.
They know how we do,
and whenever I wake up
I hope it's always next to you.
Congruent coffee spills align
with Prismacolor markers,
you're underestimating my eloquence.
I love you, I do,
and when your eyes emerge from your
drawing I'll show you how the moon
shines through.
Could you give me a clue?
You erase the bad days from my calendar.
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