I'll admit
I feel like cold black coffee
Forgotten at a table
Waiting for you to come and drink meI'm as bitter as winter's frost
Left behind in your favorite mug
I'll admit
I think my time is up
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Feelings .
PoetryLife doesn't have rules Why should my words have them? // Life through my eyes. Written is prose.
Cold Black Coffee .
I'll admit
I feel like cold black coffee
Forgotten at a table
Waiting for you to come and drink meI'm as bitter as winter's frost
Left behind in your favorite mug
I'll admit
I think my time is up