There's always a crack, a hidden ache, An understanding I strive to embrace, Yet I circle back to the same forsaken place. I love, I listen, I deeply respect, Yet my voice trembles in anger, fearing neglect. Maybe I'm dramatic, too much, too less, In this silent sorrow, I confess. The pillows are wet, the nights are long, Is it normal in love to feel so wrong? Told it's all ups and downs, but why no emotions validation? In this sea of doubt, I seek affirmation. He's too kind, he gives too much, the sweetest treats, Deserving a world of dreams complete. But my heart wrestles with silent screams, Am I selfish for having more dreams? Time passes, my temper flares, He's the giver, while my heart despairs. I contain this volcano, its heat so dire, Afraid it will consume us in its fire, Leaving us in a cemetery of thorn-filled flowers. In anguish, I despise my sensitive soul, Why do I feel so out of control? Why must my goodness be measured by, A silent nod, an understan...
Everything around us is just like coffee, bitter or sweet, depends on what we see it as, just like what we choose our drink to be! So here it is my Starbucks of words! Have a taste of life mingled with your taste of cappuccino or lattè !