Starbucks blues

By Itane Vero

Mon, 27 Oct 2014
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'We have no reason to love another,'

you explain, taking a sip of your latte.

 

So you continue. Morality. Free will.

Life is crushed by your anvil words.

 

While you speak. Your eyes sparkle

like a caramel brownie. 'Existence is

 

solely based on illusions,' you admit.

 

Your lips. Berries on whipped cream.

 

Certificate 12
Poem
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by K. N. Thorn on

Great metaphors, I just wish there was a little bit more. Very enjoyable, short and sweet. Great Job!

-K.N. Thorn-

Submitted by Itane Vero on

Thanks for your nice remarks!