Poetry Corner: Caffeine Coma

I could write poems

or rather sit and stare

The steam in your cup

and the way you’ve styled your hair

He’s a-rambling on about equations

and mathematics, start shifting in his seat

Was like his stare could match the heat of his old cup of joe

But what could you show?

Behind fluttered eyes and easy smiles

Oh poetry’s for the weak at hand

Saying much more than you’d understand

Caffeine coma, so much, you go across the wire

Totally fired up with blood races in veins, and with

the same incessant flame gonna boil you over

Straight to the top

Straight to your heart


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