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A coffee bean is like a kiss
Between to former lovers.
The sentimental aroma intoxicating the mind
Until the true experience is forgotten
And only a comforting wonderland remains,
Full of feelings of warm security.
It is weightless!
Seductive, exciting,
Until it is placed in the mouth
And the flavor crashes in all directions:
Bitter, painful, and black.
When it finally fades
The ashes still remain,
Smoldering, laughing,
A reminder of the broken thing that was shoved away:
A romance only good with milk and sugar.
 Iridescence Lila · Sat Mar 17, 2007 @ 07:07pm · 1 Comments |
