Once upon a time there in our favorite place
i almost drop a tear reminiscing your face.
I smiled and sat still in this cafe on 4th street
i almost forgot the feeling whenever i think about it.
The blocks were still the same, the taste of coffee's rare
The sky is pink and blue, the people's creepy stares
with the coffee on my hand, i walked through the glass door
who am i thinking 'bout was not you anymore.
YOU ARE READING
letters from afar
Poésiepoetry. a compilation of unspoken confessions for a person who deserves.
