every morning made that aromatic fragrance
and sound of dripped coffee
which you're masterful hands made
for me and you
drink up you said placing
the beautifully designed cup
in front of me
it left that perfect bitter taste in my mouth
which left me aching for more
another cup? your words were always
perfect for the moment
After i'm done
i could lay on you
you smelled like a dream
of coffee
YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poezieim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain
