Barnes & Noble
Serotonin heaters and the smell of fresh, hot coffee;
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
Where are you in the middle of a snowy December?
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
Sweet pastries missing one bite and the fluffy, blue icing;
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
Will you help me carry my books to the check-out line, dear?
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
Oh, devious plans, devious plans. Listen to the rain;
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
When the pages bend and my loose smile no longer lingers;
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
Cold hands and the sound of laughter faded by loud keyboards;
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
When you forget the shape of my mouth and my sad, slate eyes;
I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.
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