A cup of coffee soothes the air;
Filled by the aroma of yesterday--
When everything is light foam,
On the top of sweet Cappucino.
Little did I know, it was heated in quick;
It won't be enough, all of the time spent.
Eventually turned into cold porcelain;
It's sweet taste isn't the same.
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Odd Heart
PoesíaSometimes life can't be spell That feeling bizarre You never knew who you are Curse everything coz its foul Now that I'm only starting With nervous in chest Stop planning to pick my flowers You're so blind, its roses... ________________________ Poe...
