When your smile doesn't reach your eyes,
& the future seems so bleak.
When you feel so lost inside,
& you can barely speak.
Sitting on the same old torn down couch,
Gazing at a cup of dark liquid.
Your thoughts eating you up,
Feeling so conflicted.
You love your coffee,
So bitter and black.
Something poetic about it,
Represents all the things you lack.
Watching the dark twisting shadows melt away,
a time consuming habit.
The sun turns the sky into a kaleidoscopic palette,
Late night regrets of a coffee addict.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
When your smile doesn't reach your eyes,
& the future seems so bleak.
When you feel so lost inside,
& you can barely speak.
Sitting on the same old torn down couch,
Gazing at a cup of dark liquid.
Your thoughts eating you up,
Feeling so conflicted.
You love your coffee,
So bitter and black.
Something poetic about it,
Represents all the things you lack.
Watching the dark twisting shadows melt away,
a time consuming habit.
The sun turns the sky into a kaleidoscopic palette,
Late night regrets of a coffee addict.
