it tasted like fresh cacao
how deceiving
how i wish
you'd look at me
no. i shake my head and smirked
i don't want your romance. your ulterior motives (if you have, which i doubt)
i'd rather imagine
long hours on a bench
just talking. sensless.deep
oh, how i wish
but, i wish too hard
our paths don't meet
you wouldn't come my way
not a second thought. or even a thought
damn those cacao beans
note: this is another repost. well i wrote it. but it was originally posted on my facebook account. like that matters. anywho...
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