The teardrops of the sky filled the windows

As I made the steam of my coffee rise.

I pondered all of my life’s loves and lies.

These thoughts reminded me of times of discos

We’d dance til’ we forgot the pained solos.

I now hide my love and pain in the sighs.

I swirl my pain into coffee as cries.

The sounds of bells brought me back from sorrows.

A young man stepped in and sat before me.

He said “Tell me your story” and I began.

I told him of sugary wants and needs,

Creamy desires such as to just be,

Bitter and thin sins that I would love to plan,

And then I told him I am my coffee pleads.