its cold today

chocolate colors your lips dark ,
the dustbin by the window hides the truth
what did i desrve to make the ending so arrogant and loud,
two cups for coffee and one bowl for fruit salad,pAthetic
white lights beaming down as i walk past them seemingly
a repellant mistaken for a dome lamp in all its orange glory
wallpaper which moistens and sofens as it touches my hands
someones left a craters impression on the brown couch
which is the color on your lips