Walking to the coffee shop, I felt the hang over kick in.
My throbbing head could justify, yesterday's happenings.
I should have never drank that much, but to hell with it all, when I have a solution to the pain
And again, I'll drink another day.
Brew me some coffee
The mild black grinds attract me,
Scented in all its harmony.
Telling me everything will be just fine
The sound of the coffee maker, working away it's magic.
Aggravating my cravings and making me famished.
Finally..... Sigh. I'm next in line.
I'll take a cup please.
With foam and two cubes of brown sugar.
Yes, just the way I like it.
I'll see you soon, yeah sooner than you'd think.
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PoetryLike all other literature, poetry understands the act of word play. Poetry with just a few words expresses our deeper, emotional and conflicting thoughts. Tells a story and makes Known to it's us, facts. And the fact is poetry is you, me and everyon...
