Coffee grounds and bitter lies.
The coffee is murky like a lost soul.
Fogged up in its thoughts and hopes for a perfect life.
Then it grows cold knowing it won't happen.
Coffee grounds and bitter lies.
I've thought of all the times I've cried.
How I've waited for something more... only to be left behind a closed door.
Coffee grinds and hollow dreams... is sadness all thats left for me?
Waiting is the hardest part! And some people prefer lies to truths. I like it!
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