You lift me up.
You make my heart beat fast…
You gave me sleepless nights.
They say you’re no good for me.
Thus I tried hard to avoid you,
against my will.
But just briefly,
Because one day… that familiar scent,
Shattered the promise I made,
To never fall again under your addicting spell.
So down I went to the coffee shop,
Where I first met you.
I was excited oh C.M.,
To have my soul,
Enslaved again by your fullness…
Twisted by your sweetness.
There in the coffeehouse
I told the server
“And what’s that sir?” She asked.
“Caramel Macchiato!!!” I replied.
Posted on May 20, 2020, in Coffee, Creative Writing, Poetry, Tula and tagged Coffee, Creative Writig, Poetry, Tula. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Damn! I love the ending… Caramel Macchiato… Lol! Wow!! You have a way of leading people on. Damn awesome!!
Thanks. I also had friends telling me the same when they read that poem. They thought it was SOMEONE and not SOMETHING.