We sit on the bus,
Your heart says hello to mine,
My mouth says goodbye.
anonymous
Coffee.
I used to drink it black
before you came
and stirred your sweetness in.
I never asked for this.
Now everything tastes
bitter.
We sit on the bus,
Your heart says hello to mine,
My mouth says goodbye.
I used to drink it black
before you came
and stirred your sweetness in.
I never asked for this.
Now everything tastes
bitter.
Write Handed Poetry 