Es-PreSS-0o0o

by A M   Jul 19, 2009


Every morning, I face another stressful day
In which life lost its colors, it became heavy
I dont know how I could survive in this place
Without the smell of an espresso coffee

I became an addict to it when I was a teen
I drank it first and it was so bitter, so horrible
Then I drank it again; hell, I loved the caffeine
Felt so great as if it was some sort of a magical pill

Now, I truly believe this coffee is my soul mate
And whenever I notice a cafe, I never hesitate
To refresh my energy with a hot cup of latte
Life is too short to be wasted, so awake I stay

I tried all types, from macchiato to cappuccino
Some were so hot that it burned my tongue
Others too cold, yet I drank without a straw
Personally, I am not a fan of frappincino's junks

The beauty of it lies in the need for more
That insane obsession took over my soul
An idiot! Most people might think of me
It's cool, as long as I am enjoying my coffee

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  • 15 years ago

    by Em

    Hehe I love coffee to, it seems to help me through the day :) 5/5, Em