To Every Coffee Drinker with a Broken Heart

May 12, 2012
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Whenever you look at me,
the smell of coffee reaches my nose.
Memories of us drinking coffee come
wafting towards me.
And they are too strong.
I'm always trying to add cream
and honey-
but don't you realize you won't let me?
So I sit and stare at you-
all your beautiful features
that do not want me,
and drink coffee I do not like.

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BrittDawn This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 17, 2012 at 12:54 pm
so yes i read your poem. its lovely! my computer wouldnt let me comment on the article though.
LovelyDuckling said...
May 14, 2012 at 6:27 pm
mmm coffee! Very nice:) mind taking a look at my poem 'those things that never were'?
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