Not just a jolt,
But a ritual,
The morning coffee sits, beautifully reheated from the microwave,
Steaming its wares at me,
Inviting me to start the day.
With the sip formed from lips of addiction.
Not just a jolt,
But a ritual,
The morning coffee sits, beautifully reheated from the microwave,
Steaming its wares at me,
Inviting me to start the day.
With the sip formed from lips of addiction.
