This morning, I made the coffee,
Sweet, with three cubes of sugar,
the dash of oat milk,
and ice spilling at the top.
It wasn't then that I realized,
That even when making coffee,
my hands automatically created
what you wanted.
I forgot about myself, and it was only you.
How am I supposed to rid of the person
you created?
- Counting Sheep
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Fairy Dreams
PoetryIt all started with you... *All poems are created and owned by me. Should anyone use my material without permission, it can lead to severe legal disputes and potential infringement claims*
