Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: poem

  • Cold Rushing In

    I open the doors On a winter’s night The cold rushes in Exposing the fragility of my plight. I’ll never learn. Always the one to run Too far, too fast Into someone else. Immersing myself as I did in the past. I should take heed, Call it quits, Just breathe And walk away. Listen to…

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  • A Pause…

    It was all so close Was it just a dream for us to walk along the Thames Was it all in my head that we’d walk along the Seine To breathe in the spring flower beds To wrap ourselves in the warmth of our kisses The breeze would flow through my hair The sun would…

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  • The Disposables

    We met there in the bar most nights the same drink the same table conversing over troubles we leaned on each other in those long nights This night I sit and wait at the same table with the same drink you haven’t arrived yet and I linger for hours wondering Nights like this pass was…

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  • The Haunting

    Is it better to have a love lost,Not knowing about the other side?To have a deep hole in your heart,To keep what was lost in the past,And always wonder, ‘what if?’ Or to have it come back, Haunt you And realize it was true, Always has been And he’s thinking of you, too. With thousands…

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  • Inspirations

    First loves inspired my first writings Battles of insecurities Mixed with lovesick blues All poured out onto paper as quickly as they could Waves of inspirations beating against the currents Then inspirations went out the door And out of sight Then all at once it came back again A chain reaction A flood gate opening…

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