Launchorasince 2014
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Strawberries and Cigarettes

I've always imagined
That you taste like spearmint
In other days, wintergreen
Always a great way
To start my mornings

Sometimes I would realize
That you smell like a rainy day
In the middle of the forest
A hint of musk
Covering your black shirt

Most of the time
You look like a dream
In my head, perfect
Surrounded by smoke and fog
Pink in my rose-coloured glasses

And your brown eyes
Would look at me
Pleading, begging
Emotions swirling like a whirlwind
Almost speaking

And I heard you
I heard your every word
Quite too loudly
That I can no longer
Hear myself

You told me that you've always imagined
That I taste like ice cream
In other days, vanilla
Always a great way
To end your night

Sometimes you would realize
That I smell like a hot summer day
In the middle of the beach
A drink of cocktail
In a bright pink floral dress

Most of the time
I belong in your dreams
In your mind, ethereal
Surrounded by sparkles and glitters
Blinding you to see clearly

But my eyes
Would look at you
And I doubt you even remember
What color it was
When it was me speaking

And I doubt you heard me
Or made out a single word
Because you thought it was a whisper
When I was belting my heart out
And my throat ran dry

You didn't hear me
Long enough
That I even started
Not hearing myself

Maybe the taste of strawberry
Intrigued you to stay
But let me light your cigarette
In case you decide to go away