The coffee was spilled off the table,
And it splashed to the floor,
Dirtying my up rug,
Now I don't have more.
The coffee was spilled in my heart,
Burning the love inside,
Dirtying up my soul,
Destroying all my mind,
There's a coffee stain on my table,
Where that coffee did spill,
I tried to get it out with bleach,
My mahogany wood it did kill,
There's a coffee stain in my heart,
It's printed there like a tattoo,
It mocks me with it's presence,
And laughs at my sorrow too,
AN:/
Hi guys. Sorry this is not my best poem, it's not that good. It's really just an idea I had, so I'll revise it later. Thanks for reading guys. : )
