Sitting on the edge of a cliff, life hanging on by a moment
Feeling the breeze on your face? Come on, hold it.
Hold the life you wish you had, breathing in, and out
The life we had before is not our future, and our future
Is unknown.
It's been weeks since we last met, when I fell in love;
Burned by the flames your heart could hold.
Holding the warmth I wish I had, breathing in, and out
The warmth you had is not yours, but shared
With all.
A world I wish to know, to have and to see;
Brighter than the sun, we can go away, you and me.
Holding the sun in the palm of our hands, breathing in, and out
The sun that shines on us is wamer than the coffee
That brought us together,
Our memory.
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Winter and Steaming Coffee
PoetryMy fifth poetry collection... about coming to terms with oneself.
