Monday, 19 May 2014

The Coffee Stain In my Heart

Warmth from my coffee wakes me up thinkg of the new day what must be done I see the stained table from my mug.
Just like the black mark he left in my soul so hard to get out, even If
I was put in a tub.
I'll just pretend not to notice the marks on wood and cover them
with a tablecloth just like I deal with my pain.