[✓] Can a boy really consist of so much coffee, that you fall in love with him.
Mocha believes so, she is just not sure if he is returning the favor.
Ranked #137 in Poetry & #239 in Short Story
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Dear Daniel
You actually came today At my table in school Asking me if I would be your partner (You'd never had to ask) I smiled gladly at you Shaking my head yes After school -you said
We met at the front gate You smiled all over You eyes shining in the sun And you hair messily falling As you kept pulling you hand through it You asked me if I had tasted Coffee made on fresh beans And I shook my head no Then you quickly took my hand And dragged me with you
We ended up in a little shop or cafe I actually think it was a mix of both It was so cossy With its welcoming sent of coffee You ordered two cups of coffee I think But you were speaking French so I wasn't sure I never been good at it But you have always been The words falling out, Like silk and caramel from your tongue
You showed me alll the different beans Until our coffee were ready And it turned out to be pure black But it tasted of more than usual And I couldn't help; but let you order another I think I will come there often now (I actualy have just been there) We fought back and forth On what we should write about You sugested tea plants But I suggested coffee Which you agreed on, laughing
~ Mocha
P.S I think our projekt will be perfect, just as you are
