Like that song says: There were clouds in my coffee
How I daydream about yr lips; yr touch
And how you ignore me when I gave you a book
Of my poems
With yr buddies snickering when I try to talk to you
I was so nervous because I knew you didn't want
A fat girl so near you
Yes, you were vain
But I still have yr picture
I carry it around like a chalice
Like that song says: there were clouds in my coffee
Every afternoon when I drink one
I think of high school
And what could have been
Lips of love! ! ! Muse of the touch. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
there were clouds in coffee there was time to love there was love for the happy life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
......it around like a chalice....... wonderful....