Let me be
     The soup,

That dampens
       Your croutons.

From the day I told her I was crazy about her,
She did all to hurt
Fell in love with a mutual friend
To keep me at bay
If only I had my way
I would make it end
Not their relationship which is hot,
But my love for her
Cos I'm I bleeding for nothing

I'm in a relationship
with coffee ☕  

He's the strong silent
type always listens.

Trying to make
me feel better,

With his warm
morning smell
when the sunrises.

He has a strong
scent of grounds
that wake up your
senses.

Morning talks
of peace  always
clam me down,

When I smell his
warm soothing brew.

I love you
Coffee ☕ and
I hope to never
leave thee.

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2020February12

“stars are the poetry of the heaven,”
she breathed into my ear
molten magic flowing from her lips

And led me through a vast cosmos
dancing to the tune of time

our footsteps leaving trails of stars
sprinkled across an inky canopy of velvet

Her fingers interlaced between mine,
spilling moonlight
Staining silver on my hands

we moved from day to night
As she pulled me closer to her
Stars tumbling from her sweet silken kisses

And

i fell

Plummeting down to the earth
Burning constellations in the darkness
The golden ash of stars
Kissing my closed eyelids

And through my tangled eyelashes
I saw asterisms

ce n’était qu’un rêve———
It was all a dream

no, her honey-dusted lips whispered into my ear
It was all a lie.