There's a storm in my coffee cup. And I dare not to stare.
There's a storm in my coffee cup. And I wish not to interrupt.
I'm caffeinated. And it's not something that pleased me.
I won't take a sip of my coffee because I'm too fragile inside to see the maybes.
I told myself, "if you loved someone you'd take a bullet for her". I'm no Romeo and you're no Juliet.It's only a mere You and Me. Will you believe the story? Will you be break out of fantasy?
I wonder who and where will I be.
It's raining outside.
It's storming inside.
I still dare not to take a sip.