It was an early morning,
However, the café was busy,
I was waiting for my cup of espresso,
In this winter breeze.
I smiled at the person,
Who got me my coffee,
I took a sip from my lips,
That was pantied glossy,
The coffee was too hot,
My glasses turned foggy.
The delicious smell,
Soothing my nostrils,
I felt too warm,
Giving me the summer feels,
Looking past through my glasses,
I found unknown faces.
Everyone sharing glances,
Or rather a look that could steal.
And suddenly I saw someone,
Looking at me,
I might have been wrong,
But that stare had so much to reveal.
Not too far from where I sat,
There was a guy with a lovely hat,
Deep brown eyes, had feelings that echoed
And a husky voice,
Asking for the same cup of espresso,
I chuckled at that thought,
And he looked at me again,
That's when I guess so,
I was driving in sane.
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Rhythm Of The Poem
ПоэзияHello everybody, I'm Darshita. Writing and reading has always been my passion. I love to write poems and whenever I finish writing one I always leave a piece of mine in it. It is a place where one can find the truest and the most realistic self of m...
