I established a café in my room.
Wherein I create magic, my spells bloom.
Black coffee and poetry,
I embraced singularity.
Here's a poem of plea,
One of my favorite, absolutely.
If the world overwhelms me,
Will you listen to my fears?
And on my catastrophic nights,
Will you tell me that I don't need to be perfect, that I'm already enough... and everything will be alright.
With this unstable clouded mind,
Wherein rains and uncertainty reside.
Will I hear your soothing tone?
Will you stay by my side?
My life's a mess,
And I'm seeking for a cure.
Maybe you're the one,
As you make me smile
You make it sure.
"Well, I'm pleasured that
I've put a smile on your face"
All of my worries disappeared,
And you love me right before the coffee gets cold.
