In the semi darkness, the pebbles looked like coffee beans
In the sinking, I cried out rich dark chocolate tears
In the early morning, wrapped in caramel silky sheets
in the drowning of drinks I haven't made in years
Would you like to go out for coffee?
I won't ever order. Not something with a bitter taste
A hot chocolate? In a coffee shop? Is that a waste
Rustic lights above me, it made the bri...
