The Girl With Coffee Eyes                      

I met a girl who was
fresh as the morning sky
Shy as the evening sun
behind the blue wide sea
Her eyes were the colour
of my favourite coffee
Her lips were pink,
thin and inviting
And she smelled like my
comfort place where I goes to,
when the world feels too heavy for me
When I am drunk,
all I want is to hold her
in my arms and kiss her lips
When I am lost in thoughts,
all I want is to hear her giggles
And I could never forget her
because nobody could make
me feel that way ever again

-𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧