I'm writing weak verses
while drinking strong coffee,
serving poetic justice
to the lover inside me.
Etched in the milky way,
11th March, 2008
is floating in the cafe latte.
The tables have turned
and I guess I've learned
what's brewing inside
the cafe of brown eyes
like october, like autumn,
like the passion rum,
the churning of oceans.
The tables have turned.
The tables have turned.
The tables have turned.
I'm locked in a waterfall,
where the waters are free.
There are no sights left
when I leave
the cafe
of brown eyes;
the view from the mountains,
the curve of the valleys
are incomplete.
The tables have turned.
And like the river, I burn,
I run towards my sea.
I throw my poem in the coffee
and surrender my words,
my life
to the cafe of brown eyes.




It's a great read because it's very well- written. It's so poetic and pretty- sounding... the words are so perfect and flow together nicely. The first stanza is a great beginning to the poem because it's one of the strongest ones and it really hooks the reader. The ending is also really well done. And yeah... the stuff in the middle... amazing... Great work and keep writing!







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