Sunday, November 16, 2008

In a cup of Coffee

Funny how in this cup of coffee

I see a metaphor for my life,

I know there’s a bitterness in it for me

But it’s the bitterness that I like…

There’s cream floating at the top

It hides the blackness beneath,

I know I will gladly lap ‘em both up

Then wish I’d have stirred it all just a bit…

I take the first sip

And think a little sugar would do no harm,

She looks at the twitch of my lips

And adds more sugar, sweet as her charm…

I look at the cup and then her eyes

My foolish pride comes in the way,

In that instant to her I lie

“I don’t like it sweet,” I say…

She smiles knowingly without saying a word

I shy away from her stare,

It’s as if all that she’s said I have heard

Strange is this bond we share…

The cup gets empty as the coffee gets colder

This evenings drawing to a close for me,

“I love you!” is all that I don’t tell her

But then neither to me does she…


Ferrin B said...

WHO she? ;)

cmon just say it out!! i know there HAS to be one

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

honest to GOD, there is no one!
why dont people believe me damn it!!!

Bluebutterfly said...

are you like really really sure there is like no one ?????

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

trust me if there were someone, she sure as hell wouldnt be there after having denied about her in a public forum like this!
so i think i can safely say i am darned sure there isnt anyone!!!