dannyhiga

She’s coffee at seven after-midnight. With her dark brown cocoa eyes, cream coloured skin, and a sugar packeted personality along with a twist. She’s nothing more than a cup full of steamy endorphins waiting to burn your tongue. She’s the newspaper you pick up on the way to work. Her stories, her words, her eloquent voice is all you want to inhale. She’s nothing more than an inked daily reminder of what’s important in life. She’s the second hand on your clock at work. You can barely keep your eyes off her. She’s your sweetest dream and your worst nightmare. Tick. Tick. Tick. She’s nothing more than a notification telling you to come home. She’s your car rolling on the highway during sunset. Your brakes telling you when to slow down, your steering wheel telling you where to go, and your seatbelt keeping you safe. She’s nothing more than a ride-or-die. She’s a candle lit dinner through the front door of your home. The anticipated excitement awaited for you after a long day’s of work, your reward. She’s nothing more than a kindled flame fueling the burning passion in your heart. She’s the blanket on your bed. With her love knit up, she provides you warmth through the cold and an armour fitted for a knight to protect you from monsters. The only thing in the world that’d you keep from your childhood to the day that you die. She’s the cloth made with love that helps you sleep at night. She is nothing more than everything.