It was snowing, coffee in hand
Your pretty smile and the flutters in my chest
Warm in my hands, I want to hold yours
• • •
My coffee's gone cold
And you've left me at the table alone,
Snow outside melted
And a cloudy sky
When I meet your eyes again
Will I be able to smother the feeling left behind?
Hand me my book,
The end of our short story.
Why do I want to say sorry?
Why am I such a fool?
There was something about you
Or maybe I was just lonely.
YOU ARE READING
The Sun Rises Again
PoezieA new chapter of the same story. There are good things to come For when the snow melts, Spring arrives.
