The coffee is bland,
With a tasteless bitter,
Filling through your taste buds, as if they were shivers.
Sugar and spice makes everything nice,
As his presence were sweet,
Where he ate every word,
He tells and tells,
About the future is given,
‘Til one day the lies were all he heard.
His presence disappearing,
The sugar is no longer sweet,
I’m left to wonder, the lies he could’ve believe.
Behind my defenses,
I’m a broken child,
I can feel the emotions behind my eyes.
Tears forming,
The day is done,
I have no else to hide,
beyond this point.
In the place of his absence,
I reminiscence the times,
By w