It was my last remaining coffee cup
now it’s just pieces on the floor.
Why did you have to throw that cup
when you walked out the door?
I’m sort of sad you left me,
but it was time to say goodbye.
But you know you could of shook my hand
instead of letting that one good cup fly.
How will I drink my coffee
now that my one good cup is gone?
I have pot full of fresh coffee
but my one good cup is gone.
I can’t drink my coffee right out of the pot.
I know it’s time for me to roam.
Goodbye and good riddance
you’ve given me no choice.
I’ll go stepping out for my coffee now
You’re making me rejoice
for the freedom from home brewing
and a chance to meet somebody new.
Guess I’ll throw on my coat
and head down to the corner.
Gonna get me a table for two.
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3 comments:
I really like this - the contrasts between the coffee cup and the person being dumped.
At the "end" the reversal is quite relieving.
Keep it up, and never finish a poem again!
PS. Your creative commons thing helped me - thanks :] haha
~Liam.
I really liked this piece. The contrasts between the narrator and the broken coffee cup and even the coffee was something that was very "fresh brewed" (god im lame. . sorry!).
That "end" was great to - the turn around was strickingly optimistic.
Keep it up and never finish a poem again!
~Liam.
coffee cup blues aka break-up blues...amazing juxtaposition...!
coffee is also an aphrodisiac...n its lack suggests absence of luv. wonderful..piece!
keep up da gud wrk
Sheerie
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