my heart was just a beanbag,
so soft and lovable,
that was until you spilled coffee over it,
with spoiled milk of sins,
tell me, what'd you do with all the beans?
YOU ARE READING
Stains | Completed
Poetry❝the day you'll return, is when i'll write about rainy days and coffee stains.❞ *** Lowercase intended for stylistic purposes. A poetry book. Other information inside. Completed. Cover credits to @Zayn_Imagines. ♠ My original work. All rights are re...
