Coffee-stained
You always linger
After you leave,
Like coffee stains on paper
It's only heart that stands
so still
But hands and voice still waiver.
I'm fine until I see
You there
Then breath becomes a labor
I've been this way and
Hearts were crushed,
I know I'll need a tailor.
With past experience
I still walk forward
So what am I going this way for?
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