Coffee.
Like I used to pour it into my cup
my measurements were never precise
somedays it felt kinda light
but somedays it felt too bitter
yet I can't start my day without you
otherwise it will be a long day
with no compass to direct me home
not only to start a day
when the sun goes down
replaced by shimmering things
called moon and stars
I start to think of you
crave you once again
this addiction is not make sense
but the taste of you
perfectly fits my foggy lungs
and that's I can't deny
I can take you as your are
with or without sugar
hot or cold
light or strong
those things never bother me
cos I'm already addicted
to the bitterness of you
oh yes you
you are my coffee.









