He Was Others Whiskey Lover But My Coffee Person
When I looked in the mirror,
That’s when he noticed.
The smile of mine was queerer,
But a smirk on his face floated.
Calling him a junkie was just a start,
As the prank call before it was also a part.
I could say anything but not depart,
But deep down I knew he was smart.
The clock would strike midnight,
And this Cinderella would hear from him.
Conversations lasting till sunrise,
The stories seemed to never end.
The feelings grew stronger,
Day by day.
But she knew it wouldn’t last longer,
As forever was not theirs to stay.
None the less time spent well,
She would cherish it till the end.
Reminded by the coffee smell,
The memories she knew would be difficult to send.
Dark went every little things,
Once he walked away.
All she needed was her wings,
For the memories to slowly sway.
But then he came back being Harvey,
To the Donna she was now.
Still not being different from Bob Marley,
But everything was different she didn’t know how.
Ups and downs,
Were the new favourites.
The music sounds,
Of their voice were sweeter than chocolates.
Times they would cherish,
Both of them knew.
Something they didn’t want to perish,
As they would be stuck with the blue.
But moments were becoming memories,
As time took a flight.
Every glimpse seemed like centuries,
When not meeting each other seemed like a night.
Love and hate,
Joy and sorrow.
People thought we were on dates,
But the least we could care ‘bout what came tomorrow.
Things still did end,
As they were supposed to.
But she knew in her heart a string bend,
When she saw they were left with nothing but adieu.