February 26, 2004
Every cup of coffee iz just like a lesson to me;
the first greedy sip burned my lips
telling me to take things slowy.
time pass and with my lesson learned
i dun burn my lips anymore.
i started adding creamers
only to find out my coffee is not black, but brown.
i tried adding sugar, cubes of it
just to sweeten the bitter beverage i've been enjoying
but having a habit of leaving it unfinished
i slowly realise i din not stir
every little sugar cubes evenly into my cup of coffee.
soon i found another way of drinking it
i pour my coffee over cubes of ice
only to find out it doesnt taste the same anymore
the coldness of the coffee just freak me out.
i was recommended to try the ice blended coffee
coffee power, blended finely, with ice n syrups.
it comes to my mind
sweet coffee might just take more loads of effort
more than brewing my black cup of coffee
but it does not leave me memories of it.
at one time i was tricked into drinking
a cup of salted coffee
surprises just gave me too much chill
but soon i found a uniqueness of this cup of salted coffee.
ice cubed coffees gave me deep impression
they came fresh n curious into me
pouring every glass just to taste its speciality.
but soon this curiousity died out
and i am back to my original cup of coffee
black n bitter it may seem
but this is none but my cup of coffee.
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