saturday morning
Saturday Morning with nowhere to go
I made you breakfast
You know that slight burnt toast.
You said it was your favorite
And smiled with ever crunch
And that's how knew.. that I love you.
And I don't think
The angels know
that you slipped away
And if God finds out
That would surely explain,
the rain.
On a Sautrday mornin.
2018-08-29 07:15:06
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