Imagine this as a note that got delivered with a nice warm (or iced) white mocha to work or school.

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You are a white mocha. So sweet and familiar, but I’m still amazed every time I get to enjoy a taste. Something I’ve known about for years, but only started getting to understand for myself a little while back. The blend of energizing caffeine...

My mind fills up as I stir up my cup

The lemonade swirls

As the sweet and sour mix and mingle

My inner thoughts begin to tingle

The sweet over powers the sour for a while

The sweet overjoyed to have company

The sweet ready for it all

I feel great

I feel strong

The sour starts to grow stronger as the sweet dissolves

Am I great

Am I strong

Is my lemonade too strong?

Some say the lemonade I make i...

Bütün yemekleri sevdiğimden seçim yapamıyorum. karşındaki insanların hepsini sevemeyeceğime göre yemek ve lezzet olarak sevmediğin bir kişiye ne sunacağımı bilemedim. aklıma gelen ya aşırı tuzlu, aşırı acı, ya da bozulmaya 100 tutmuş yiyecekler aklıma geliyor. bazı insanlar aklıma geldiğinde çok tuzlu bir yemek yapılmış bu yemek içimi susuzluktan öldürüyor ve sızlatıyor. bazısı bozulmuş yelken lez...

Lemon.

A flavor I never thought

I would like as much as I do.

Starts off a bit sourly,

but the more you bite,

the better it gets.

At least in my opinion.

But lemon is not cinnamon.

Not the perfect choice,

but I guess,

lemon tastes good too.

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I know this was weird and didn’t make sense, but I’m trying to figure something out with a romantic thing, I guess?...

If I am to be going to hell anyway,

I may as well taste the forbidden fruit before I die.

He tastes sweet, like honey;

his lips feel soft, like cotton candy.

I crave him like a starved man,

yet no matter what, I'm never full.

My hunger for him is never sated;

him i'll forever crave....

— not super proud of this one and definitely not my best work—

Just thinking about him makes me sick. _How can such a man be so perfect and yet so disgusting at the same time? I am convinced there is a thing as ‘too perfect’, and that would be him._ My thoughts slowly spiral as my finger mindlessly makes contact with the phone screen. Images of Ryan Fich insult my vision as I try to look for a si...

June

I made you some popcorn. It’s for the way you spoke to me yesterday. It wasn’t harsh by any means, but you still managed to startle me with your percussive criticisms. I allowed the edges to burn a bit. I’m hoping some husks get caught in your teeth.

July

It was during our last quarrel that I lost my taste for potato chips. I used to power through the little cuts but... that was back w...

The sweet, sugary taste of a hot caramel latte will always remind me of you. This might be because the coffee you make is the only coffee I have ever truly liked. Or it might be the fact that a single sip can put me so quickly at ease just like a single kiss from you. Now whenever I taste a caramel latte, my tongue sends a message to my brain and I am reminded that I am loved by you. And I’m not s...

I have a friend who is always lazy. She moans and groans and drives me crazy. Nevertheless, we manage to have lots of fun. I just wish she wouldn't be super lazy.

Laziness tastes like a cup of coffee; strong and lukewarm, yet old and bland. I don't like the taste of coffee, not even the taste of this kind. However, this is why I do mind.

Lazy isn't the best taste in the world. Coffee makes me ga...

He’s a fresh winter breeze

Just a little to crisp.

Like a hot cup of cocoa

And a little bit of mist.

Always on my mind

He helps me through the pain.

He has a peppermint smile

That stops all the rain

The taste of orange

Like a summers day

First to ask what’s wrong

He keeps the sadness away

Conflicting personalities

That fit so well

He makes it work

Isn’t it swell

Peppermint and orange

Ru...