imagining things
like you coming up to me
immediately kissing torridly
after realizing you really do love melooking deeply into my eyes
saying the things i always wanted to hear
those three words and eight letters
feeling on cloud nine hearing itbut the spell was broken
when reality slapped me so hard
that we are not on the same boat
leaving me speechless and doubthas it all been a dream?
do you really love me?
am i in your thoughts lately?
or were you just playing with me?
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Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.