He stood fifty times his height,
his palms pressed against the glass
separating him from the road in their glamour;
blurred images of car in their splendor –
and there isn’t the
familiar scent of coffee –
I call this pandemonium.

Nothing beats a day in a café
redolent of the finest Arabica,
he’d inhale deeply and recall :
unroasted gives the sweetest scents
of blueberries –
roasted’s entirely different:
fruit, sugar, perfume –
They call this addiction.

Mnemonic – a wind chime
lost in the array of winds.
“You used to be my cup of tea –
I drink coffee now.”
These words slip out of his dry lips,
and a lone tear trickles down a milky cheek;

They all say if they’ve got love,
they don’t need money –

And he’d say if he’s got coffee,
he doesn’t need love –
He calls this heaven.

When you spend your time waiting for someone, you find out that disappointment is the only thing you get.
You live your life for them and in the end you only end up living in regret.

Love has this way of giving you hope and making things better
but in the end it just leaves you a ****** day with stormy weather-

You'd go out of your way to make them feel special, to make them
feel loved but in the end you find out you were never good enough.

I don't know how to put this, I don't what to say, but sometimes when love's in sight, it's best to run away.
No more tears and no more pain, only memories that still remain.

But I'll forget them too, 'cause the only thing I ever did was to die
because of you...

Her mind wanders, searching for you
Her memories vague, but sadly- true
Her heart closed, but still carrying you
Her eyes empty, but still full of blue

Inside her head, a beautiful story
About a girl waiting for a hero
To pick her and tell her she's beautiful
And take her away-
The beginning of a fairy tale...

And a hero did come
Not a shining knight, no-
Instead a boy broken up inside
Longing for something that is right

Winning her over with his words
Capturing her heart slowly
Neither one of them planning on falling,
But life had something else in mind-
It was cunning

And oh she fell, and him too
And they were happy together,
Laughing, dreaming, wishing,
Just being in love -
...fools

But life got jealous and turned cruel
And he did everything in his power
To put an end to those two

And they fought and they struggled
Not knowing what to do
Both of them hurt and puzzled
Oh but they knew...

And so life managed to turn
A beautiful dream into a nightmare
Leaving broken hearts full of scars
And on their faces,
A tear