Sunday, May 17, 2009

A Love Poem

You are strong.
You are black.
But I would love you if you were tan.
You make my nerves come alive.
I can't sleep at night because of you.
When I leave the house, I think about you.
How can I get to you? Where can I find you?
When visitors come,
I hope that they bring you along.
I don't want to love you.
You are not good for me.
I have tried others like you,
but there is no substitute.


you are coffee, and you are mine.

3 comments:

  1. Hahahaha! Love your poem, E!

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  2. Roman and you should go to CA (Coffee Anonymous)

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  3. That's some strong coffee love there.

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