You were my favorite breakfast, I yours.
We blended like bread and butter
Bacon and eggs, toast and jam…
Then one day, I’m sorry love. But I got fed up.
So I left you on the table
Until you turned into that bread, hard as rock.
The next morning, you found another plate.
A new twist of breakfast, more of your taste.
It’s wrong to miss you, my favorite one
It’s wrong to miss the sweet taste of your kiss
Hey, breakfast is done. I must leave for lunch.
But love, why leave crumbs on the floor?
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