Miss In A Cup of Coffee

When longing not just pulled over.
Instantly the brain needs inspiration.
Then only coffee became friends until the wee hours of the morning.

Inhalation smells of a cup of coffee.
It will be a story that has not yet ended.
And I asked each drop of coffee.

There's a story behind a cup of coffee.
What ever you reap.
In a cup of coffee aroma.

I look at the coffee not as beautiful as yesterday.
Manisnyapun not delicious yesterday.
Is it possible that the sweetness has spilled over another hug.

Now you're leaving a lonely opiate.
Who crashed in the lonely ocean.
Like limp coffee pulp.

Now longing still felt in a cup of coffee.
Lulled in the scent of dreams.
Until I do not know what else to do.

Now I understand the love of a cup of coffee.
Will a relentlessly delicious aroma.
Though it tastes bitter but it keeps the enjoyment unmatched.