Wednesday, April 11, 2007

her dreams

I sat
and watched coffee
being made.
No muttered words
no sugar and no salt

A tempting smile
kept my mind
awake.
She couldn't reach for the cup
too small to even cry
for help


Another pack
of cigarettes, please.
Could you bring some more
sugar to the table?
No muttered words, no smiles,
no one to help

A girl like this
Deserves a coffee
With plenty milk
A pinch of sugar too
to keep her sweet...
...her dreams.

1 comments:

Basti said...

nice thoughts...merita sa las un semn de trecere