She was a burnt out barista
With a stapled on smile
Fueled by knocked back espresso shots
Laced with yesterday's regrets and worries.
Her lips only stretched
Into something genuine
By the sight of the boy who sketched
Her catastrophe form with starry eyes
Onto masterpiece appearing napkins
Left as her tip for tomorrow.
She served him delicate designs into lattes
The steam tickling his skin with a story
Of what two artists awaiting a today
Could be upon a writer's page.
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Love Affair Over Lattes
PoetryJust something from my early works of poetry for creative writing class, hope ya'll like it and check out some more of my work!
