To be honest,
I was always quite scared
At the thought of meeting you.
Blood used to rush through my body
Whenever I thought of breathing the same air
In the same room as you.
I'm glad you pushed me to come
Because you gave the bitter, black coffee
A few tablespoons of sugar.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
To be honest,
I was always quite scared
At the thought of meeting you.
Blood used to rush through my body
Whenever I thought of breathing the same air
In the same room as you.
I'm glad you pushed me to come
Because you gave the bitter, black coffee
A few tablespoons of sugar.
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