Coffee stains are the tears of a writer
The tears that he put into his header
After pulling one more all-nighter
Just to add another letter
Words are the writer's blood
Spilled by his own pen
Came out like a flood
What then?
Then the story is done
And the words have stopped flowing
You stay awake past the sun
But you fight to keep going
Eventually all you're left with
Is the passing of trains
And of course
Coffee stains
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of Short Stories
DiversosSomething to tide everyone over between my uploads. Short stories, poems, minor teasers for certain stories (but I won't say for which ones muahahaha) enjoy!
