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The Day I RememberThis seems like angels wings are lifting me up,
caring me. Keeping me off the ground. As short as
I am. Holding me up.Just so I don't leave your
arms. But when I sit with you, you hold me tightly.
Hopping I will stay in your arms. But just being with
you makes me want to stay there in your arms. Every
time I blush you tell me how "cute" I am. And every
time you do I blush harder. And I look away, hoping
that you wont let me be like this. But as u gently lift
my head, all i see is your beautiful face. Waiting just
for me. As your pale blue eyes meet my now blue,
gray ones, I feel like the world has stopped around us.
As I hope this day will never end, you pick me up once
again as the sunsets. I think about the day we spent
together. As you drive me home I almost forget the day.
Time passes to fast as you walk me to my door. As
soon as you kiss me you walk away. I think about what
happened, and I realize what you did. You are already
gone. When I get back to my room I hear your ring
If...If you fall, I fall.
If you love, I love.
If you die, I die.
If you saw me, I wouldn't notice.
If I met your eyes, you wouldn't meet mine.
If you cheat, I lose.
If I cry, will u leave.
If your gone, I cry harder.
If you notice, I just cry.
If you you come back, I stop.
If you give me a loving hug, I'll stay in your arms.
If you kiss me, I'll kiss back.
If you were here.... I wouldn't feel like this.
If we were friends, it wouldn't be the same
If you knew my past, i would know yours.
If I lost my heart, would you bring it back?
If I ran away, would you follow?
If I hurt u would you leave?
If my heart breaks, will you put it back together?
If I died, would you cry?
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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