We meet for afternoon coffee
For this I reckon
I would fancy a waffle with it.
How are you?,
The first sentence of the last conversation about me and you.
While dipping a piece of my waffle
In the whipped cream
I did not order,
I have a thought.
We have never been
More than a side dish;
Like a waffle I would
Every so often ask for.
To sweeten this life
I require more.
I still prefer to take
My coffee black, as plain as my heart.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
We meet for afternoon coffee
For this I reckon
I would fancy a waffle with it.
How are you?,
The first sentence of the last conversation about me and you.
While dipping a piece of my waffle
In the whipped cream
I did not order,
I have a thought.
We have never been
More than a side dish;
Like a waffle I would
Every so often ask for.
To sweeten this life
I require more.
I still prefer to take
My coffee black, as plain as my heart.
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