This morning a little pique by the gloom of the heart
Kuracik coffee and longing to pierce the heart
An empty view of being lost by word to meaning
You end up I call the soul
Or end up sad at the intersection
This morning's coffee was not as sweet as yesterday morning
By the sense of being deeply inedible
I try to repeat coffee blend and love
Tuk perfected question
Is it true that you love me alone
The more I racik coffee and miss
Should I do both?
By coffee is missing bitter?
Or by missed the lost laranya
Kusedup coffee this morning
Kuracik with a dream
To get rid of you
For this love to last forever.
#Photography redmi A4
