The night skies was like black
coffee,
dark as my entire soul in my body.
The stars was like cut sugar cubes,
The moon was the metallic spoon,
Stiring the night into the morning,
The skies clouds were like expresso foam,
The smoke on the coffee was the wind,
trees were the colour of coffee beans.
I woke, up to the smell of coffee in the air,
A sweet aroma, fragance, among the air.
My hair was tousled, but I didn't care.
I went to the kitchen, with you stirring the coffee.
The night skies was like black coffee, dark as my entire soul
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Nov 9, 2014 9:18pm
