Don't thank me for the faves, loves. I know you appreciate it.
I do too.
Coffee HouseWords effervese emotions,Coffee House by BeyondJen
evaporating every ounce of need from the soul,
wafting towards the rafters,
and overlooking the lonely below.
Their hands hold temporary comfort,
while lips burn against fleeting passion found,
of flavored promises,
brewed from hope, blackened and ground.
masks the bitterness here,
in the house of coffee and fears.
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a blur of impatience
are my memories.
I browse and graze
the delicacies of my thoughts,
filaments of days gone by.
tasty morsels of scents
forever seared into synapse
warm cinnamon apple pie.
my grandmothers prophetic whisper
haunts, "Cherish the quickly passing moment."
rooms filled with familiar voices
joy filled songs playing in the background
boisterous drunken shouts.
I hear a baby's gurgling laughter
as he is passed from one to another
dancing blue-green eyes like the sea.
time continues to covet
the flavor of new memories;
remembrances are woven and spun.
one day soon, I will whisper
the prophesies, and