We were young and both learning to love
You’d come over for breakfast
once a month
When things suddenly became more serious
I had grown accustomed to the taste
Of coffee and the way that you graced every morning
I had grown accustomed to the way
You would smile and kiss my face
To say good morning
Now there’s that little memory
Inside each cup of coffee that I drink
Do you ever think of me?
Because there’s this piece of us alive down deep there’s
A link back to a fire that never died
That’s enough for me
When I look back I’m happy
When I think about it I’m proud
You made me just a little bihow
Was it all the pressure put on you?
Or was it just a choice that you made?
Even if I’m glad it’s over
I saved a little love you gave me
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
We were young and both learning to love
You’d come over for breakfast
once a month
When things suddenly became more serious
I had grown accustomed to the taste
Of coffee and the way that you graced every morning
I had grown accustomed to the way
You would smile and kiss my face
To say good morning
Now there’s that little memory
Inside each cup of coffee that I drink
Do you ever think of me?
Because there’s this piece of us alive down deep there’s
A link back to a fire that never died
That’s enough for me
When I look back I’m happy
When I think about it I’m proud
You made me just a little bihow
Was it all the pressure put on you?
Or was it just a choice that you made?
Even if I’m glad it’s over
I saved a little love you gave me
Poem 1 of SAD POEMS I WROTE WHILE I WAS SAD
