Barnes & Noble

Serotonin heaters and the smell of fresh, hot coffee;

I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.

 

Where are you in the middle of a snowy December?

I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.

 

Sweet pastries missing one bite and the fluffy, blue icing;

I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.

 

Will you help me carry my books to the check-out line, dear?

I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.

 

Oh, devious plans, devious plans. Listen to the rain;

I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.

 

When the pages bend and my loose smile no longer lingers;

I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.

 

Cold hands and the sound of laughter faded by loud keyboards;

I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.

 

When you forget the shape of my mouth and my sad, slate eyes;

I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.

 

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