Coffee & Cigarettes
Life’s routine seems to be the norm,
eat, sleep and work can be quite the bore.
Is there any time for play?
to tell you what I really want to say.
Watching you have your coffee & cigarette’s, I envy you,
so beautiful to watch, a peaceful view.
A type of solitude that I wish I could find,
mentally struggling, till I’m in a bind.
I want what you have in how you find peace, I feel jealous sometimes,
at times almost weak.
To know that I’m not perfect in the way that I am,
and hope you’ll forgive me for the times I make you mad.
Our love is not perfect, but I try none the less,
to be the man you desire, giving it my best.
And even though I deserved to be put down and disciplined for being the fool,
I will always love you, for acting as my tool.
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