Hey guys, so recently I have been in a creative writing course and so I chose this one to edit, so here is the new and improved poem! I know it's still not the greatest but I think it's one of the ones I like the best so far. :)
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He was a piping hot coffee, left by the window to cool
Days pass, the coffee has gone cold
Still on the window
Waiting.
He was a storm that had the power for eternal destruction,
But lazily passed through.
He was the aged, sturdy walls holding my foundations up,
Forcing me to stand and never fall
Taken for granted at most times
But always there.
I am the sugar in his coffee
The sweet indulgence
except sugar
is never solely wanted
Always better in small doses they say
I am the rain before the storm
Ready to burst at any moment.
I am the power that surges through the house
Able to tear down the sturdy walls
Causing massive damage
But I love coffee, I love storms, and I love warm, safe places.
So I dissolved into his caffeine comfort.
