I grasp the mug with my both hands
Just to smell the aroma and smile
But you make me so hopeful
You taste so cold and bitter
Yet you seemed so nice
You depress me so
Cold bitter espresso

It was Tuesday morning
When a single glance to your eyes
Made my face turned into maroon
I heard my blood pulsing in my veins
A burst of energy inside of me was increasing
I was compelled at that moment
Then catched myself staring
You bewitched all of me so effortlessly
And with a single snap on your fingers
You stole everything to me

It's him that I cannot hold


  with these two hands that are cold


  feels like I'm Elsa in a tale once told


  but heart is warm and precious as gold


  I see thousands of sun in his smile and eyes


  giving my face a warm feeling started to rise


  When he gets closer to me I've just realized


  that I shouldn't overcome all these butterflies


  And all the signs that I'm so familiar with


  which I thought it was only a myth


  written by Shakespeare on September fifth


  that I have read many times, when I was on the top of


   the monolith

   -Kmo

The road is long

the sky is calling

beaches are waving

take my hand

and we'll go

exploring.