i never wanted my coffee black
i never wanted it sweet

i never wanted espresso
i only care for frappucino
“for here”, I cried
“an extra shot” i added
to break the monotony
of a long and tiring ensemble

i never wanted my coffee black
always longing for that
powder, liquid or otherwise
it brings out the color of this ugly sight

like a chef carefully crafting an aesthetic desert, mine was topped with a swirling-white, good-tasting crown

Like rain in the scourging summer
the stars in a dull dark sky
like the roses in the wild
you complete me…

YOU’RE THE CREAM ON MY COFFEE