i hate how coffee turns into an addiction and how it keeps you up all night. how it burns and makes your heart beat fast. especially 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 has consumed you before you should have consumed it. empty. hollow. bitter. then again... you crave for another cup. just like love.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

LAST THING ON MY MIND

There was something in your voice,
That was telling me don't be too sure,
Arousing my suspicions,
I have never felt before,
I thought we had it made,
I thought you'd never go away.

But now you're suddenly like a stranger,
And you're leaving our love behind,
Of all the things I was ever planning for,
This was the last thing on my mind.

When I looked into your eyes,
There was something you weren't telling me,
But in my confusion I just couldn't see,
If there was any doubt,
I thought that we would work it out.

But now you're suddenly like a stranger,
And you're leaving our love behind,
Of all the things I was ever planning for,
This was the last thing on my mind.

Steps