I poured sugar and milk in my coffee
But it wasn't sweet enough
And I bit my bread excitedly
But found it tasteless
It should've been a bland breakfast
And really it was
But the wind was gently blowing over my skin and between the stands of my hair
It made me feel like I was home again
It took me back to other days
Where I memorized the feeling just the same
So it should've been a bland breakfast
But it tasted like home to me.
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Engrossed in Emotion
PoesíaPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
