Loving you is like coffee in the morning
Diluting the dark and bitter taste with
Cream, kind words, and sugar
With a pinch of caramel kisses
Just for good measure
Forcing it down your throat
Drinking it, just to survive the day
Telling yourself you like the taste
YOU ARE READING
The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
