Why so bitter?
Why so dark?
So they splash a little milk or creamer to add a bit of colour
But that just ruins it, doesn’t it?
The aroma, the realness, the pureness
That’s what it’s all about.
So no, I say no to the sweetness of sugar
And no the any creaminess
I like it dark and bitter.
Ever since trying intermittent fasting, I’ve been into dark coffee. Been used to creamer and sugar that it took quite a while for me to get used to the pure bitterness of it. Now, I can’t get enough of it and prefer coffee as it is. How do you like your coffee? Or are you more a tea person?
Sweet, sweet prince
I pour my heart to thee
The moonlight shines bright
As the evening calls to me.
I sing a love song
Hoping you would hear
The longings of this maiden
And that to me you’d come near.
I’m giving it all
Won’t you hear my call?
The stars above
Have heard my song of love
I dedicate to you and you alone
Oh sweet prince, won’t you make me your own.
She was bland and a little bitter
She was practical and could be a little sweeter
She was laughter and medicine
She was all but plain
His words were sweet like honey as he lied through his teeth
But I knew he held a knife behind his back, kept it with a sheath
Love came but I hid from it
My time with it is done.
I tried love
And I savored it
It was tasteful
It was savory
Succulent and sweet
But he was the wrong sort.
It was enough for me to try it once
And so, I hide from it until the time comes once more.
The mirror told no lie
I needed to start, I needed to try
I’ve been on this road before and I know I can make it
Like others before me who stood up rather than stay and sit
A goal has been set and my mind too
Get up lazy bones, yes I’m talking to you
Start the workout no matter how much you have to bend
You’ll thank yourself later when you get to the end
Start the day
Trying to get back the energy I once had
When I was younger
When metabolism was faster
When coffee was bitter
And cereals were sweeter
Now I look at the table
Wondering of getting back in shape
Or should I just eat this cereal
Drink my coffee and go
She had grace and beauty
Always sweet and never naughty
She see!ed fancy and had flair
But never boastful or conceited….
….Still, it seemed she walked on air
It’s like the sun shines everytime he smiles
A light in that look
A hint of glitter
The warmest smile
A dashing air of grace and kindness
Where, oh where could such young lad be?
I want a slice of cake for each struggle
A slice of pie for each sadness
A bit more of both just because I feel like sulking
And prefer to eat more than talking
A slice of cake for happiness
A slice more for craziness