Coffee
It's the bitter, sometimes, sweetness that leaves me wanting more
Whether the weather is cool or hot I can't seem to stop this addiction
Caffeine is simply a bonus
I crave the taste of coffee like a young child craves the affection of it's parent
Coffee and cinnamon go hand in hand as if they're the perfect couple
They say nothing's perfect, but with coffee everything makes a little more sense
I'm attached
It's my only comfort for when I want to get away
Swept within it's bitter hold I can't put it down
This drug is my only weakness
Held within this caffeine induced haze of pleasure I feel creative
I'm on top of the world so long as I have at least one cup
Now turned two
Three
Some days I lose count of how much I've enabled my addiction to run wild
I can't control myself
Coffee is safe
And unlike a lover that's done, coffee will never leave me
It can't leave
We're in too deep and I won't allow this lust to stop
Never
Without it I feel left open
And like a home for sale, it's always inviting
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