Chicken Sandwiches on a Sunday With You
First Love: Vacation
Chicken Sandwiches on a Sunday With You
Toasted buns, garlic mayo and French fries
The ocean view matches the color of your eyes
We woke up for lunch ‘cause we stayed in late
You sprinkle black pepper trails along my favorite white plates
There’s still a spot of lipstick nestled behind your ear
You smile that funny smile and I don’t see so clear
It’s eighty degrees and we drink hot chocolate
We both smile because we don’t have to leave yet.
The future beckon us from a known, but not too near date.
Will everything be the same when we're in different time zones, different states?
We're saying goodbye to everything but us. Part of me fears we're bound to naviete. In love we trust.
Tomorrow can wait another day...or two.
For now, I'll stay lost in the sunshine...that is, if you will too?
About the Creator
Chloe Emannuelle
The Second City Reared Me, The Bard Birthed My Soul, Ms. Austen Gave me my Pen, Mr. Wonder gave me a goal, Menken and Ashman scored the way, Alicia, Amy, Lauryn gave me the strenghth to give voice words to the words. Join me, won't you?
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