There's nothing quite as soothing
as a nice, hot cup of coffee;
the milk, forever circling,
entrances this young soul.
Somewhat bitter,
with a sweetness masked beneath;
boy, it gives me the jitters
to recall such a feat.
I trace it's flow,
down
and, for once,
I know exactly what I've found.
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 2:31 AM UTC
There's nothing quite as soothing
as a nice, hot cup of coffee;
the milk, forever circling,
entrances this young soul.
Somewhat bitter,
with a sweetness masked beneath;
boy, it gives me the jitters
to recall such a feat.
I trace it's flow,
down
and, for once,
I know exactly what I've found.