- poetryforlifeforever
A Cup of Coffee
mornings are hard
like cement they won't move
unless
i have a cup of coffee
it's like magic potion
the more i sip
the more my blood seems to move
and mornings melt
like ice cream on a hot sunny day
my mind, a wasteland
becomes a garden
roses, daffodils, and sunflowers
sprouting
bees sucking on nectars
i see
a cup of coffee
is like Linus' blanket
can't let go of it
dare i try
i'll be lying down
regurgitating
my childhood

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