There is no peck at the corner of my coffee
It only talks about a mild desire
or just a matter of a reluctant cloud hanging in the sky of the city
It's all just a matter of taste, not the tastes
Although sometimes I know tastes rushed ask discussed
though not needs to be explained through language
There is no hugs at the corner of my coffee
only the brave fragrance keep splatter meet nose to my head
aside from that, it's just a matter of empty chatter about habits
or all tired who want him removed. just a matter of taste
Although in the heart more a sense that its contents should be discussed.
There are no handrails at the corner of my coffee
just a discussion of ambiguous about the erratic daily news
or just a matter of the rain that is not present even though the month has expired
She said miss
Although it missed the rain not same with mutual longing
Sometimes a sense that one is not quite satisfied with just sitting together in the corner
Somehow at the corner of your coffee..
