And my coffee cries, a drop of a tear, and how suddenly it appear, to be clear to me. A rainy day, this clarity, with a chocolate cake success, it’s worth twice as more. And I escape from here to the zoo, and maybe you may comfort me. Next to you, sweet talk when I’m with you, a teardrop two, as you told me, as you do me, as I am alone with you. This time, confusion or love, or really in haste. I would like to be in the shade, with an espresso taste. And, this funny coffee taste. As, I’ve got this moment spent, with a magic feeling, of nowhere to go... I wanna tell you that I love you so, this devine day. A teardrop in your eye on a way to get back home with a lullaby, espresso Devine. Once there was a way...to an espresso tear. Here it comes and, it slowly melt so I can afford to have you near. That is why. I’m out to the pictures, with this pleasant scene, with a bang, bang, bang, much coffee, and to do what it pleases! On this hard rock taste!
Love you, tears are going fast, a cloud bursts with a dark haste. A fool and his money, she’s got nothing to waste, to get it..
The End
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Paul Noel Cimino
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Fade
A place in the past, and cast out of the circumstance from hell. To live like I do, in the happiest days of my life. And I’m beginning to fade. And, I ain’t got nothing to say, in the dark as the radio is on, it is bliss with nothing to say of blues, to laugh. To burn out or fade away, of brave confusion is the shadows towards the other side. To the straight I stand. Empty street with a sound of lightning, and the color of thunder is daytime, righteous. I stand exactly on this Earth. And to the right is my can because I know I can to see that from the dark end of the street, and a smoke has failed in the twilight zone, a view. In the air there is nothing there and to find me. Sky falls down one day. Let it fade down on me, let it rain. Her mean pride has my mind looking right as it points to the east of the street to be at ease. The trash man is coming where I fade on and on. Can you hear me knock’n to the bottom of the blues? Beg you to take me back, give me one more day please in this deep and dark despairing heart.
By Paul Noel Cimino5 years ago in Poets
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