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Sipping my coffee, it’s all I have around-
so selfless I gave out everything.
Yet I am still too cynical for your cloud.
No need for money, friendships abound,
I walked away trying to forget the feelings;
sipping my coffee, it’s all I have. Around
the corner you waited with her. Found
me hiding in a coat I sold for your dealings.
(Yet I am still too cynical!) For your cloud
floats above consciousness, mounds
of forget-me-nots, but you’re still walking
sipping my coffee. It’s all I have around,
and you took even my last comfort, bound
for some said distant starry shore. I was everything,
yet I am still too cynical for your cloud.
And still I waft in the st(r)eam crowned
in your vestigal glory. I wanted to be anything
sipping my coffee. It’s all I have around,
y.e.t... I am still too cynical for y(our) cloud.
 Lovers Never Tell · Wed Oct 22, 2008 @ 09:23am · 0 Comments |
