Hesitant actions in a melting cafe.
Drunken hope shaking my hands.
Red mugs. Black coffee. A beautiful bathroom.
And your blue eyes laughing in the summer heat.
Catches my breath, holding it hostage in my chest.
All this conversation, never spoken.
Just an image housed in my flashbacks.
Your mouth, in a melting cafe, drinking black coffee.
This is amazing, it is so captivating! I just posted a poem too, my blog is https://t0bec0nsidered.wordpress.com/ if you would like to take a look!
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Thank you very much! I’m fairly new to this wordpress thing. So bare with me as I navigate 😉
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