Chocolate Cookie Crumbs
Scribbled down on a notepad, Sunday morning in bed, still half asleep:
Just a guitar and low-key drums
Eyes focus on the chocolate cookie crumbs
Warm, soft sheets in the morning
Sunbeams stroke my stomach
I enjoy the quiet
The west wind whispers in the air
Even skin and pretty smelling hair
Closed, gentle eyes
Then, curling up like a fetus
My heart beats to my favorite rhythm
Soap and summer and songs
And my fingertips feel the chocolate cookie crumbs
What the hell is it supposed to mean? Crazy weird.
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