In the morning I'll wake up late and I'll take my coffee black
No sugar because mornings lack sweetness
No creamer because the mornings lack flavor
The caffeine gives me no rush
I drink my coffee in the morning alone
Sipping absently on my cup, warm to the touch
The warmth goes unnoticed now
I sit in silence, my coffee gets cold and I do not finish it
My coffee is like the morning; cold, blank, bland
It always goes to waste
It is unaccompanied by sweetness and color
My coffee is like me
Bitter
And cold
The morning has done so to the both of us
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Sing and Dance
ПоэзияSing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
