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Hate In My Coffee As I sit here,Hate In My Coffee by ~bespatter
Drinking my black coffee,
I see the swirls of you
In the caffinated acid.
The darkness represents your feelings of me.
I know you don't like me.
You can disguise your negative thoughts in the lolling liquid.
It's masked under its pleasent aroma.
I can taste the bitterness in every drop.
It's hot and steaming with a passionate hate.
An accidental drip, like a slip of the tounge,
Sends fire down my skin,
It burns all it touches.
I can accept this pain,
I will force back these tears,
If you will just stop these drops.
I can't take it any more.
I can't handle being boiled by your evil eye.
I just want you to a


Glass Pieces of meGlass by ~bespatter
Shattered and fallen
Like broken glass
From a old mirror.
Shrapnel on the floor,
In the cracks of my life
Causes me to tiptoe cautiously
around it all.
What will happen if I trip and
fall?
Would you catch me?
Or will I sit and bleed?
I know these wounds will heal,
I know they'll go away,
But will ity be before or after I
cry out for help?
Before or after I cry?


Sea of Tears One drop, two drops,Sea of Tears by ~bespatter
A stream, a river.
How long will it be before I
cry a sea of tears?
They seem to flow endlessly,
From the epitome of my being.
Three drops, four drops,
An ocean of salt.
Is it inconceivable that I
hurt so much?
Where are you now?
Is your umbrella broken?
Five drops, six drops.
They're no longer my tears,
but yours too.
They consume the Earth.
Where will we turn,
When we run out of land?
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