Cliché coffee shop love // Jonah

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I never really was one for cliché's.

I didn't want to fall in love in a coffee shop,

with my eyes blurred from tiredness and lips slightly apart.

Spilt coffee down the front of my thin, white shirt,

and chocolate cake spilt on the ground.

I didn't want to look up and meet the eyes of angel,

the most gorgeous hazel green eyes, with yellow orbs and glistening blue specks.

I never expected lips to form the most perfect shape of a bow,

so perfect that only god and cupid's combined arts could create.

Facial features so strong that they could be seen from a mile away,

yet so delicate that ones jaw could only drop in awe.

I never expected a voice so pure and calm,

yet so disappointedly upset in oneself to utter the words, "Im so sorry."

I never thought that I would blush over that beautiful smile,

that came upon those perfect lips",

when I shook my head and said, It's okay, don't worry about it.

I didn't want to leave the coffee shop with stories of how I caught feeling,

but I did want to get this perfect sculptures name and number,

and I did want to see him again.

I didn't ever expect that the cliché coffee shop love,

could be so real, and simply pure and precious and delicate,

yet the cliché coffee shop love, is the most beautiful form of love I have ever experienced.

A/N God its been a while. I wrote something quite similar to this on the bus, but the muse was jack not Jonah. however it made more sense to be in relation to Jonah. okay, tis all. happy reading, until next time, hopefully its not as long xx

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 11, 2020 ⏰

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