Rumors

Rumors In the celestial coffee shop at Beetle juice street where the usual crowed of chatty spirits meet those fallen one’s at they latest rumors while others flattering with giggle humors oh firmament of caffeine and all other ine every bodies foamy concubine they said I will be coming around sometime poetic sometimes loud pushing buttons where are non better take some sweet muffins for the run chasing more hilarious firmaments that shine then not everything needs to rhyme but days will come and memories slap your face let me hold you there by your tempting little lace every rumor has its element of fact the endorphin riddled body is not intact o delicious soul senses temptress of my dependence bitter smell of roasting beans and chocolate universe of mental apparate do not led to temptation hope I have in reservation