Sipping my coffee, it’s all I have around- so selfless I gave out everything. Yet I am still too cynical for your cloud.
No need for money, friendships abound, I walked away trying to forget the feelings; sipping my coffee, it’s all I have. Around
the corner you waited with her. Found me hiding in a coat I sold for your dealings. (Yet I am still too cynical!) For your cloud
floats above consciousness, mounds of forget-me-nots, but you’re still walking sipping my coffee. It’s all I have around,
and you took even my last comfort, bound for some said distant starry shore. I was everything, yet I am still too cynical for your cloud.
And still I waft in the st(r)eam crowned in your vestigal glory. I wanted to be anything sipping my coffee. It’s all I have around, y.e.t... I am still too cynical for y(our) cloud.
Lovers Never Tell · Wed Oct 22, 2008 @ 09:23am · 0 Comments |