I’m sitting here and my coffee’s cold
But it’s not like I’ve been told,
That you would make me cry.
I won’t even bother to ask why.
Just because there’s no point to.
Right now, I would probably still be holding you,
after a night of passionate love making.
Your still breath taking.
Damn it, I didn’t plan this.
Didn’t know, I would hunger, for just one more kiss.
I didn’t ‘t know at all,
last night when you made that call,
that it would drive us apart.
Or matter of fact, break my heart.
It was like a surprise party, without the host,
Or like a surfer, riding the coast.
It feels like every second without you, is a waste,
And everyone knows, cold coffee just doesn’t taste.
I like the way you refer the "cold coffee" reference to the difficulties centered around a broken relationship. I found this to be a very well-written and clever poem. Thanks for posting this truly unique and talented piece of work!!
new_wave_franky
August 7, 2009.