Every time I drink something,
more like a coffee,
I chuckled,
because you appeared in my mind.
Sometimes,
you so sweet like Affogato,
Your smile, your eyes too,
When you try to cut your own hair,
you're like Americano,
where I find you so annoyed with the result,
your bitter face.
In one special morning,
When we view the sunrise together,
You in my arms giggling,
And there's one table who served,
your favorite Latte,
and my favorite Cappuccino.
when coffee have Mocha,
I have you,
My Everything.
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
