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Coffee

A-Adrine

May 21, 2020

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That thrill I was able to see

Was slightly like a bitter coffee.

As I like the scent of a stronger mix,

My lips can't hold the afterkicks.

As my thrumming feelings roars,

My voice can only hide behind closed doors.

So I decided to add some sugar bits,

Perhaps to know if it fits.

But guess what, when it reacted,

This heartbeat just got excited.

But guess what, each time you gaze,

This mind just turned into a maze.

Then they say to put some creamer,

Maybe my taste buds favors something lighter.

One, two, three, gradually I stir it up,

It's so good I think I will gulp.

I wonder if this is the right mixture,

Something I can hold into the future.

I wander away from my doubts, my fears.

Someone I can be with, be smiles or tears.

For a long time a cup of coffee tastes better and better,

I always want to save it for later.

But the absence of courage makes it bitter and bitter.

I have no choice but to live with thrill forever.

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