What Is Now My World ~ Three

Come... Come, into what is left for you to read Sir, Oh Sir... A cup of coffee please. What Is Now My World Part Three The Meeting The coffee is hot and black Even though my mug is half empty. I have asked for another mug But it seems as if I have Been nursing this one forever. Where is That coffee jock anyway? I watch as the Vanilla creamer I am pouring, into what cofee I have left, Paints pictures in dark and tan, Upon a canvas of a weary heart and mind. Lost for a moment watching As the cream disperses to find Its way to the completed picture Of what did not start out to be. The small cafe is almost completely Empty now, except for the few Of us, that seek escape from the world we call home. Too young, the one that broke and ran, from the abusive touch of her Father's hands. How, could I have somehow found, the one face, that came to finish what had been begun? Refill? Can I ask you something, My Lady? Are you Ok? I couldn't help noticing that As your tears have been falling, Your makeup, reveals the marks of a madman. Who did this to you? I looked up to see, the most beautiful crystal blue eyes, staring into my own. They took me by surprise, and I could not seem to pull away From their hypnotic spell. To Be Continued...    From the pen of Aspiring Angel

 

Reviews

[Rain]

It's starting to take form, but I'm fighting myself not to read it as a poem. lol. You just have your own style, and I have to adjust to it. Rain..

[Samuel Dickens]

Is there hope for our bruised flower? Will she find the "one" man? I hope so.