By Nicole Martin
By Peyton Dunphy
There’s something about a coffee shop. Where time seems to stand still. Where the grinding of coffee beans drowns out the deafening sound of your own thoughts. Where the smell of coffee is more overpowering than your self-loathing. Where the atmosphere is so calming you’d think this was how your life always was. Where all the expectations of you seem to gradually fade away, like the foam in your cappuccino. There’s something about a coffee shop. That makes you think your life is better than it truly is. By Anonymous
The sun beating on our silky smooth skin Our feet moving in sync Trailing along the razor edged rubble The children chittering and chattering Hearty giggles caress my ears Snaking into my heart, filling me with warmth A touch, obstructs my thoughts You snuck your hand into mine so effortlessly Almost as if it was ice cream melting in the sun Filling each crevice in the ground, but yet it’s each crack in my hand As if your hand was created just for mine I sense the sweat dribbling off the ends of your fingers Trickling onto the ground I wonder if I make your nerves jump or is it the beating sun I myself am nervous, I’ve longed for your hand in mine, for some time The way our fingers hug and fit so snug Makes me catch my breath, it’s lost in the wind, whirling around us There is no words and no way to describe the sensations you make me feel I am at a loss of words, no coherent, thoughts, no breath flowing through my open mouth I have waited for this for too long… I hope you’ll never loosen your grip, never releasing, our new found love. |
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May 2019
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