All the time
Sometimes Eating means just
Sharing a minute with someone
A minute where just the two of you sit next to eachother
And enjoy the moment of being together
This imaganition lives in mind I guess.
And like I know that there is no perfection
So there is no perfect breakfast
So there is no breakfast at all.
You start eating without the other.
You fill stressed by the fact that you have to eat.
Why is there no perfection?
Why seems everything difficult and upsets you?
There might be an explanation.
But also if someone will shout it in your ear.
You wont hear it.
Because you chose to be unhappy
…all by yourself.
maybe some eggs
Maybe a bacon on the side
and a sausage.
A huge pancake
with a lot of syrup,
strawberries and bananas on the top.
A piece of bread
with ham and cheese inside of it.
A side of fruits of different kinds ,
or an apple pie.
A big glass of juice,
it could be orange or cranberry.
The cup of coffee… Oh, I want a cup of coffee.
I want something that makes me feel better
in this cold and hungry morning.
Why not everything mixed?
Why not make a big breakfast buffet?
Scrambled eggs, All credits go to HELLO POETRY.COM
waffles with bacon,
the sweet syrup,
some delicious strawberries
and bananas as a topping,
a mini sandwich,
fruits with chocolate
and another dessert.
The glass of juice for the end,
the lovely cup of coffee to begin.
I want to do a breakfast party, I’m starving.