Warm hugs in the morning
And smell of coffee in the kitchen.
You always put two spoons of sugar
Into my little black mug
And I always forget
You already had two coffees before
But you don't really care.
We used to eat breakfast together
And laugh and then cry
Just to laugh together once again.
Now I live alone in a new house
And sometimes it's hard to get out of bed
To let thoughts out of my head
But then you come, once again
And we drink our lovely coffees
Into the little mugs you brought me.
Yours is dark blue, mine is lilac
Two spoons of sugar for me
And third coffee for you.
I love these little cozy mornings
And these little peaceful moments.
You made me fall in love with coffee
And reminded me how beautiful life can be.
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PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
