Coffee Addict
He tells me I'm a coffee addict.
I tell him no body is perfect.
Although the past five years have been fun,
it's only just begun.
The coffee isn't what keeps me going.
It's listening to your voice at 2:00 in the morning.
We've had our ups and we've had our downs.
And Somehow, you're the only one who know's how to keep my feet on the ground.
Love is over used and love is judgemental.
The only thing I love more than you, is loving who I am, which some might say is mental.
As you know I'm a coffee addict,
and that I believe no body is perfect.
In your eyes I was.
Without a doubt,
just like coffee, you're something I can't live without.
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