朝颜小可

Strawberry
Not a Blueberry or a Raspberry. 
It is a strawberry
endearing it is
that makes my lip smile
It is a specialty
with promised nectarous
lust like the sweetness we all love so dearly, here.
It’s romantic, if you like.
The scent
curious and unknown
cling to the corner of my heart
like a corsage of kisses
that I absolute fancy
That sensitiveness
slowly wandered at the edge of glacée
How much deep sorrow in that playful bite
the poignancy of emotions mixed
at the tip of the tongue
I cannot say the sweetness is not pleasing
yet I do admire
the scent of coffee lingering with its unique bitterness

旧文堆翻出来的，忘了是去年何时写的。。。那时爱他，现在仍爱。

变的是他已不是陪伴在我身边的那杯咖啡，而是那枚草莓。。。诱人却得不到。。。

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