Coffee akin to love (A poem)

“I hate how coffee turns into an addiction,

and how it keeps you up all night.

How it burns and make your heart beat fast.

Specially how it makes you crave for its rich and sweet promises of grains, milk and sugar.

Moments later, it puts you into a melancholic mood of coldness.

Before you realize it, it has consumed you before you should have consumed it.

Empty.

Hollow.

Dark.

Then again, you crave for another cup.

Just like love.”

I am dedicating this to all coffee and poem lovers out there. Tata for now!

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