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Cold coffee stains the letter you wrote Shameless goodbyes in the field bespoke Angels danced yet demons swoop, stole What was left of us, our love, and our soul
Cold coffee has no steam but it hurts The unchecked bitterness inside unfurls Trees shed, change their looks to hide What had transpired in the seasons inside
Cold coffee stares at me from the counter Mirthless sorrow in the wake of disaster Mirrors reflect to reveal as porcelain proves wrong What have we done to keep this love going strong
Cold coffee has no life but it exists to burn The prodded chances we have never scored Days pass, bleed into the endless jumble of days What should we have kept to feel the rays
The house is quiet when mouths refuse to speak Mornings are forever when hearts refuse to seek The answer and the truth to our epiphany That life is bitter and that our love is cold coffee
