Sunday, May 13, 2012

still

I am sitting here
with my cup of coffee
It's raining outside
and I look down at an empty street.

I am sitting all alone,
sitting very still.

My coffee's hot
but it's miserably hot inside
In my avenue of thoughts,
how soft have I become?

Oh God, I am still sitting here
sitting very still.

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