Wednesday, June 2, 2010

On кофе

I hate you.
I shake at the very thought of you.
Bitter blackness.
I want to abandon you forever.
My stomach churns, turns.
You are disgusting.

I love you.
I endure at the very thought of you.
Warm familiarity.
I want to spend every day with you.
My head clears, cheers.
You are delicious.

No comments:

Post a Comment