You don't know the true meaning Of consoling a cup of coffee Until your seemingly full night of sleep Leaves you with bags under your eyes And lonely thoughts in your head.
Your eyes yearning to close, But your awakened mind refusing To let the darkness seep in. Feeling physically drained and going mentally insane.
Turning to a cup of pleasure Waiting for the black holes under your eyes To brighten up without the help of cosmetics For once.
You know that the dreams That still haunt you were only fictional. Yet, the visions still cloud your eyes With memories of your exhaustion.
So, the cycle will continue with caffeine As the only remedy. Coffee Consoling, a helpful thing For those with no sleep.