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Coffee stains

February 11, 2022
By writerscompany BRONZE, Silver Spring, Maryland
writerscompany BRONZE, Silver Spring, Maryland
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Like a drawing

He drew his way into my life

Like a stencil

He shaded my eyes

Like a painting

Each stroke

Coloring my smile

Putting curiosity on my face

But then he spilled

His coffee flowing through our history

And just like that

My beautiful illustration was ruined

I tried to dry it out

But the paper ripped and what I once knew was no longer his

But only mine

I had based my life around him

Having no patience to accept my fate

That I couldn't continue to confess

Our love had dried out

But the page was still torn

Cause maybe we weren't meant to be

Maybe we were just a coffee mess


The author's comments:

This is was about my first love. This poem talks about how we were in the begging, middle, and end. Just like a story, but shorter. So much detail in few lines. Read it and feel the love lost with one coffee spill. 


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Afra ELITE said...
on Feb. 14 2022 at 8:18 am
Afra ELITE, Kandy, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"A writer must never be short of ideas."<br /> -Gabriel Agreste- (Fictional character- Miraculous)

@writerscompany, I really enjoyed reading this poem and I love the way you described this metaphorically with symbols...👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻