Coffee ShopA Poem by Ness of LoveCoffee I guess. Or I know. But awww love. Can't forget it. Even if you want too.
This is how it happens again,
The lonely girl sitting in the coffee shop, Sipping her coffee, thinking about the things that she didn’t want to think of. But right now, thinking about the coffee, How the freezing of her heart was being melted away from the warmth of her coffee. Warmth, something she only knew when she had her precious coffee, It was her escape from the world, She was on a high when she slowly sipped it, But would except the fall that came afterwards. Of course this fall is different, This fall comes from the thoughts, Those thoughts that she hated but surely loved. Coffee shop thoughts said always told to herself. The coffee shop started to get empty, Empty like her heart, slowly freezing back up again, She knew that it was time, Once a week, every week. He walked into the coffee shop, Like normal, ordering the same thing as always, nothing different, As he sat down at his usual spot, she in hers too, he looked at her, as she did to him, ‘Same old routine, he never gets tired of it, but I guess, nether do I.’ This game never gets old, neither does the feeling, Not even the coffee can warm her heart again. The pain that she was in, she never got tired of it, But she should learn that this always happens each week, She loved it though. This is how it happens, Always at the coffee shop. © 2011 Ness of LoveAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNess of LoveCAAboutI write when I feel the emotions of a story. That is why I write. In a easier way, what I feel I write. A girl who writes, how not original. Writing is a way I express myself, as is other writes most .. more..Writing
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