Coffee
Hundreds of people passed me by,
While I wait for the streets to dry.
A child clinging to his mother's coat,
Keeping the rain from his boots.
To a couple sharing a small umbrella.
Enjoying their trip back to their villa.
Rain surely has magic,
To keep people this close is epic.
A smile crept into my lips,
Remembering how I nearly slip
Someone actually caught me,
And butterflies flew free.
Now I'm sharing a cup of coffee,
With that man I now call my fiancè.
April 20, 2020
1:45PM
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100 Days || Poetry
Poetry2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
