by VERMEESHA

I wanna go back to the times when cinnamon rolls were made every Sunday.
When we fought over icing and argued about milk mugs,
Waves of warm love with sappy romance movies.

All with warm naps and cloudy dreams,
Tummies and taste buds waking us up.
Wanting to go back to the times when cinnamon rolls were made every Sunday.

 

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