ballad to coffee
where would i be without your warmth
your gentle aroma wafting through
heating my cold hands
my heart is overjoyed when i hold you
a silent grounding taste
i've never cared where you came from
simply savoured your purity
i love you in mornings and evenings
on rainy days and sunny mornings
when its january
and when its november
you are one of the main reasons i love to wake up
if i could i would bottle up the taste
and revisit it every day
as is i already have you too much
Copyright © Em Henderson | Year Posted 2025
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