It's been a rough morning
I woke up late
My kids missed the bus
I dropped them off with a single peice of toast for breakfast.
I look a mess
I didn't have time to brush my hair.
But that doesn't stop me from going into the cafè
I order my usual latte
I think the barista noticed my tired eyes and distressed look
I sit down at a table near a window
I read my online book
It's my escape
The barista brings me the latte in the little coffee cup
And I see a little heart made with the steamed milk on the surface
I smile
It was the first genuine one I had all day
Such a small gesture
Can go a long way
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
