MY FIRST EVER HAPPY POEM! From behind his coffee cup...

MY FIRST EVER HAPPY POEM!!!


Behind that coffe cup,
he keeps his secrets, secret
and hands me back my confidence
of delicate silver platters
I wish I could give him his,
I wish the world would sto]
just long enough for me
to hold him as we sleep.
The sky is turning yellow
(it's smoking marlboro lights) and I
seem to have no future
devoid of cow and gate.
But still he comforts and he knows
I love him dearly despite
it all and so he smiles
from behind his coffee cup.

ohh its so sweet!

you can just imagone his little grin :]

i like this its really good
spesh the way the first line is repeated at the end

stop is with a "p" though not a "]" lol

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