Love is a cup of coffee on a rainy day
Filling the room with a nostalgic aroma
Warm to the frigid touch, soothing to the aching soul
A pensive cloud of steam - damping the complexion
Rich in honeyed appearance -yet still bittersweet
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A Poets Mind
Poetry"Sobbing mess at four pm, headaches from your heart, mental breakdowns in public crowds, a sudden inspirational speech that was shouted from the stars, next thing you know it's dead poets reborn" -it's your average soul-search really." ||No photos...
