every morning while i sip my coffee, you devour my heart in slices,
sometimes it hurts, and it shows,
you already know, but you still clean the corner of your lips before leaving the table,
where i rest my elbows and await for the rest of another cold and lonely day,
so unstable;
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 2:31 AM UTC
every morning while i sip my coffee, you devour my heart in slices,
sometimes it hurts, and it shows,
you already know, but you still clean the corner of your lips before leaving the table,
where i rest my elbows and await for the rest of another cold and lonely day,
so unstable;
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