I start my day with sweet green lies, your eyes.
I trace my fingertips past the hotline on your back.
I know we're past yesterday.
I can't keep going back again.
You start your day, hair slicked back,
Café du Monde at 12.
You're an oasis of thirst.
You have a hotline on your back,
One you wake up to me tracing.
You come back home drenched in sweat,
Smell of Ivory, roses and bed sheets.
you say you've been just to Café du monde
"summer", "Parisian rain"
"I smell the same as yesterday"
I knew you'll never be the same again.
You broke me to a million pieces, with your sweet green eyes.
"I'll be at Café du monde. Having my usual latte"
Why do I keep going back again?
You come back home, you don't taste of mocha latte
You whisper promises in my ear.
"I love you, there's nothing to fear"
You start your day, hair slicked back
Café du monde at 12 again and again
You're an oasis of thirst,
You have a hotline on your back,
One you wake up to me tracing.
I know we'll never be past yesterday.
There was no Café du monde.
I'll keep going back again.
Having mocha latte at Café
For you.
AUTHOR'S NOTE :
I know it's been a while since my last poem, hope you've all been safe and healthy.
XOXO,
@TheVioletSaviour
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