the smell of fresh coffee in the morning,
the semi-warm cup against your lips and
the feeling of the warm, liquid on your tongue exciting your taste buds;
bitter but sweet.
the roses you see on a summer day,
the flower scent entering your nose and
the need to gather and give it to someone you love;
selfish but romantic.
the shirt you bought when you were in a happy mood,
the feeling when you’re told you shine and
the fabric so soft, so gentle you can’t touch it on gloomy days;
sad but delightful.
the lipstick she puts on before she goes out,
the cherry smell on her lips and
the marks she leaves on everything kissed;
dangerous but beautiful.
the sheets on your bed where you would rather stay all day,
the feeling when you don’t feel anything at all and
the tears that fall on the same spot every time;
colorless but safe.