"COFFEE"

                                                            A coffee with a taste of bittersweet

                                                           Smells like him, smells that give chills

                                                           Whenever I drink coffee I remember his smell

                                                           The smile of a man without a name


                                                         He's wearing a black shirt, with his cute smile

                                                         I chose the brand and color of coffee that is the same color as his                                                                   shirt

                                                        The taste it gives me whenever I hear his soft voice,

                                                        It's like the taste of coffee I drank a while ago


                                                      His eyes speak when it meets mine

                                                      I observe him like how I observe the coffee I'm holding

                                                     With thick eyebrows, a pointed nose, and messy hair, he is almost                                                                  perfect for me like the coffee I'm drinking


                                                    The vehicle we drove stop its destination

                                                    My coffee is almost gone like him

                                                    I no longer see him but I like the feeling

                                                   Feeling the coffee I drink, bittersweet

                                                   Bitter 'cause the reality tells me that I don't know his name

                                                     and I no longer see him again

                                                  Sweet 'cause he's the only one who makes me feel chills


                                                  When I see him again?

                                                  When I can hear his voice again?

                                                  When I see his smile again?

                                                  Those smiles make me smile the whole day

                                                  A smile that gives a thousand electric volts inside me

                                                 A coffee that only lasts a minute

                                                 A coffee of reality that he is not meant for me

                                                I hope someday I drink a coffee that tastes of reality, not an imaginary


                                                


                                                


                                                

                                                       

                                                            

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