macchiato blues. // obj

a tale of how miss mocha's world
is turned upside down by a rather
particular kind of stranger.
right away, it's clear as day
he's the one.
one syllable leaves his lips and
she's transfixed by the
molasses in his speech -
he isn't from around here, that's
for damn sure -
and the warm georgia sunshine in his eyes
that could melt your icy facade
when they meet yours.
she has no clue that men
as sweet as that have such potential
to cause so much damage
once things go sour,
but she'll learn the hard way
that anyone capable of
making life glow so yellow
can suddenly leave you so blue.

(so this is what the blues are about.)