My coffee ...
My coffee hates all the loved ones ...
I always write for her ...
Loved her, she makes me sail in writing
I call from my heart to my imagination
I travel to a world where we loved to be together and to love.
Carry a cup of coffee and brush my first sip
And if it is hot, my lips are stung
You have not cooled yet
But she did not hurt me ...
My coffee did it deliberately!
She wants to burn my tongue so that she does not speak her name.
My coffee is sad
My coffee is crying
I looked at her and addressed her
Her tears were ignored ...
My favorite coffee
I see in you my love
I see everything in you in my life
My tears fell and mixed with them
I saw her holding my hand
On the table in that corner ...
In my imaginary world
Look into my eyes
My smile was dancing on my lips
She killed her by taking a sip from that infamous darling ...
My love to learn my secrets and what my heart hides
I was afraid to expose me and say what I had inside me ...
I returned to my world
I went back to Realistic
I finished my coffee
Only the cup remained.