The Coffee Cup Reader Poem by Jack Aryan

The Coffee Cup Reader

The Coffee Cup Reader
She sat down. Sat down
Sat down, with the fear in her eyes
Pondering my upside down cup
She said: 'Son, don't be sad'
'As love is what's written for you'
Oh, may it not be true.
Oh, son.
You are a martyr.
Oh, son.
You are a martyr.
Oh, son.
You are a martyr,
You died for your loved one.
Oh, son.
I've foretold
Foretold and predicted a lot
But I have never read
A cup that looked this bad.
I've foretold
Foretold and predicted a lot
But I have never known, yours,
Sadness that was like its source.
Your fate is to forever swim
In the sea of love, with no ships
And your life will forever be in
Forever, books of tears drips.
Your fate is to stay in tire,
Between water and fire.
Despite how much it hurts,
Despite its misdeeds,
Despite the sadness haunting us,
Day and night leads,
Despite the wind,
Despite the rain and the storm in it,

(Your fate is to forever walk and sell
In love, over the blade of a blade
And to stay lonely, like a shell,
And to stay sad, like a willow trade
And to fall in love, a million times
And to come back like a oldies primes.)
(Your cup is a terrifying life
Your life is travel and war
You'll fall in love a lot, like,
You'll die a lot, son, around an endless bar
You'll love all the women on earth,
And come back like a slid dirt.)
In your life, son, there is a girl with a tentacle,
Her eyes, talks you to Allah
Her mouth, drawn like a panicle
Her laugh, music and roses

Her gipsy, crazy hair
Travels around the trail
She might become a woman, son
That the heart loves
She's life
But your sky is rainy
And your way is blocked
The love of your life, gloomy
Is sleeping very well-secure, locked,
In a palace very big, very
(And the palace is large, son,
Dogs guard it, and soldiers
And the princess of your heart is asleep)
Whoever enters her room,
whoever asks for her,
Whoever comes close to the fence of her garden,
Whoever tries to untie her plait,
Oh, son!
Is doomed, is doomed.
You'll search for her, son,
And you'll ask the waves of the sea about her,
And you'll ask the Turquoise on the shore
And you'll wander seas and seas,
And your tears will make rivers
And your sadness will grow
Into trees
And you'll return one day, son
Defeated, with a broken soul,
And you'll know as the time pass on
That you had been chasing a line of smoke
As the love of your heart say;
Doesn't have a land,
Or a home, or a way,
How hard is to love a woman,
My son, that doesn't have a way

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