to notice you were catching up at a slower pace
coffee dates
I'm the problemAnd the problem is me
I fell in love too fast
to notice you were catching up at a slower pace
I feel like am at your mercy
At some point I don't care at all
Many beautiful women
I can have another just like that
But the coffee might kill me
I dont want more going out
I want to come in
To a home
Warm and welcoming
You make me that cup of coffee
Poetry by Barthoromeopoet
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Written on 2014-03-18 at 06:33




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