Du bon café et des fleurs fraîches

Thu, 01/14/2016 - 20:07 -- sayrad


When the sky wakes up grey, melancholy is in my heart.

When the stars form the constellations so bright, loneliness touches my skin.

I've been drinking coffee every morning to forget the taste of your lips.

I've been buying myself some flowers to know the difference between my love and 

the love we never fixed

In a world of black and white, you need good coffee and fresh flowers.

Your soul is already blind from tough love and a lot of lies. 

In my deepest sorrow, and highest high,

good coffee and fresh flowers is all I need. 

Good coffee and fresh flowers won't ever lie to me. 



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