The coffee has been brewing for long Strong aroma filled every corner of the house Poured into the favorite mug The coffee tastes too bitter, sugar cubes of no help
When I write, it's for me, Not for you. These thoughts are mine, For me to judge, Not for you. Ideas for me to sort out, For me to find myself again, Not for you. These words keep me sane, There for me to help, Not for you.