To Be Your Cup Of Coffee

To Be Your Cup Of Coffee short poem

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How I envy your cup of coffee,
Did you ever know that?
The way it relieves your stress,
The way it soothes your mind,
The way you adore its design,
The way you think of it all the time..

I want to be the one who relieves your stress,
The one you think about every two hours, at least,
I want to be around your smiling lips,
To be the one who makes you just feel,
Isn’t it strange how we connect?
How we relate and be still different?
So many things for you, I wish to be,
So many situations in which I want to be your relief..

To just be that cup of coffee, you will never ditch,
I know how particular you ought to be,
Like that golden dark fluid,
I will fit into you and you, in me,
I wish life was so well organized, desired & easy

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For nothing instigates our thoughts like the earthly aroma of an unsweetened coffee, just forcing us to open our minds…


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