Doesn't concern me if you were black, brown, or white,
You are strong and full of might.
You give me wings, you give me drive,
I can't live without you, I would never survive.
Sometimes you're cold, sometimes you're hot.
Sometimes you're smooth, sometimes you're not.
I love your scent that wafts through the air,
I succumb to your charm, completely unaware.
We've had good times I have to boast,
You, me and cinnamon toast.
Together we'll be eternally,
My high will be constant and not diurnally.
This is my ode to you dear friend.
I don't think anyone else will comprehend.
COFFEE, oh COFFEE, this one's for you,
COFFEE, oh COFFEE, you rock through and through.
2 comments:
So you finally got the poem off the ground? Lovin' it!
Aahhh...coffee! Everyone's friend(especially at 2:00am when you are panicking about how little work you have done and are about the fall asleep on what you are manically scribbling which is a bad idea because then you would impale yourself on a biro and would need instant medical attention, lest you have an internal haemorrhage or cause accidental death by asphyxia, if you stabbed yourself in the throat). I need coffee now...life sucks!
I want my resluts(oops! results), NOW!!! You too?
Btw, I'm aware I'm typing but I'm not talking, so technically I'm aware of silence but I'm not breaking it.
You'll be happy to hear Seth and Summer end up together eventually. I'm off now, sorry for ramble, bye!
gemma...is that you???
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