Pour in the milk for my coffee,
You like yours black,
Just like your shoes, your shirts, jeans and bag.
Let's skip breakfast cause you already late,
Don't worry, honey, I'll eat it though I already ate.
Can we skip the chit chat, the kisses and goodbye?
Guess you don't care so you won't mind,
If I go up to our room as you close the door,
Wrap myself in blanket as the tears start to pour,
Again.
I can count the words that you speak to me, to me,
The woman you loved but love no more is what it feels to me,
I open my eyes to yours shut tight,
I can't tell if you're alright or am I?
Am I your lady?
Am I still your lady?
Don't let me question our love story, baby.
Love me if you still love me, tell me that you love me or show it to me, love.
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From Neurons To Fingertips
PoesiaHave you ever had this random idea that comes from nowhere and got stuck in your mind that you've just gotta write it down?