End Kwote

After it's all said and done, life's just a bunch of kwotes

Her smile is like brown sugar and cinnamon. Sweet, but not overwhelming.

She moves like a rain storm, slow at first so I can keep up. Then fast. Too fast for me.

She’s a bitter-sweet hurricane, one that will never get the name it deserves. One that I stand idly by and observe when I should be trying to dance into her eye.


 

Just a short piece I wrote in the early morning hours of last Saturday. I hope you like it.

Happy Monday.

End Kwote

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