Soggy fries and butterflies;

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Catch that falling star;

And put it in my pocket.
Catch that ray of sunshine, and give it to you,
That you may share it with me.

Grey, orange, cuppachino.
The colors that make up my morning,
This unexplainable feeling.

Orange,
Cause the sun shines it’s zesty rays;
Warmth and embracing.

Grey,
For the night before has it’s toll;
Desolating and cold.

Cuppachino,
The best way to start a morning.

Wondering if, in the feeling lies similarity,
i sit here, desolated.
unsure if i should grab the handle opportunity,
thinking of the grass beyond the moor.