As bitter as a cup of black coffee in appearance
Yet sweet like a berry tea with honey
An attempt to make something you'll love
Near as much as you do me
No simple gift will do
As they say it is all from the heart
Bad ideas turned to grand virtue
Told best by a long gone and long forgotten philosopher
The heart wants what the heart wants even that which is worst for it
But sometimes the worst isn't bad as one would have thought
For it isn't near the worst
Far as one could get from it in fact
Forever grateful that this one has worked
To another year
To a hundred more
To the one who looks like black coffee yet is anything but
From the one who wanted you to have a gift you'll love near as much
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I'm Aggressive, Gay, and Hungry. (Hangay?)
ŞiirLovely, sometimes sad, and other times bittersweet poems written by a depressed, gender fluid, bisexual 15 year old.
