

Inspired by my mochaInspired by My MochaInspired by my mocha
This is an ode to my love- that’s coffee
With its sweet aromas and warm tastes
Sometimes I take mine with a little toffee
But never would I make coffee in haste.
Inspired by my mocha is this poem,
As I sit here on this frigid morning.
Super Joe coffee, it’s my second home
‘cause it helps my life not be so boring.
The best coffee in North America,
And Chris and Wendy are always friendly.
Trust me friends


RunRunRun
What love is this, that you do not return? For years to your beauty I have been bound For far too long I have felt such a burn, Since so long ago that your face was found.
This madness has plagued me both night and day, And a cure has not yet been discovered, So with you here, now I cannot dare stay, Because for so long you have said that word.
Yes, I must leave post haste- I must go now! From this city I recall far too well, To a city that’s famous for its cows With dreams of a fresh start they try to sell.
I shall leave this


Bipolar or something...."Ready to go, ready to run Let's get out and have some fun"Bipolar or something....
says the boy filled with optimism hangin with friends until summer ends and losing sight of realism
Two jobs take out his day Social life fleeting but money's on its way
"I miss her so much now I wish I was dead Wish her essance would diminish but it's trapped in my head"
Says the boy
longing for the one the one that got away. but wasn't it earlier? Earlier today he was ready to run all revved up to go have fun
Switch on, switch off jus
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"Love doesn't hurt, so I know I'm not falling in love-- I'm just falling to pieces..."
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Bakvið skýjaból vaknar sól úr dvala/Svalar sér við kalda dropa regnsins/leikur sér við heita loga eldsins/Býr til regnboga
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