I was asleep inside my head
Electrocuted to wake up
Remembering what I had
Before I toppled up
—And sent into an asylum.
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Brewing Coffee & Tea
PoesieI like coffee because it's bitter and sweet just like you, but then when I look at the way you act you're more likely to be a tea. A tea in which you make me feel calm and very collected, that's my thought every time I look at your direction.
