You have just bumped into your childhood sweetheart at a coffee shop. Write a poem about the experience.
(This is not connected to my first “Coffee Catastrophe (KEITH)” post. You don’t have to go back and read it, it was explicit, so you probably don’t need to see it. And it was brought from true events, such as the dialogue and references, as will this one be. Thank you.)
He’s just sitting there. Staring at me over the black coffee he never told me he drunk. His likewise black hair is in his fac...
My airpods blur heavy metal,
My throat thirsty for caffine,
Like a wanderer in the desert,
But I’ve found my life source at last.
I stumble into the shop,
A tinkering bell my welcomer.
My cargos trail as I saunter in,
Lost in coffee withdrawal and music.
A slam to my face like a door in a fight,
Textbooks flying like cartoon stars.
Apologising, I lift them and ignore
Our touching hands as I pas...
Noah tucked his head into Isak’s chest, taking a nice relaxing breath.
“I do wish you had come with us though. You would’ve multiplied the fun.”
Isak smiled at the comment,
“I know what I’m doing, sweetheart. I’ll hang out with you tomorrow while your friends unpack in the morning. We can go to Starbucks if you want,” Isak pulled Noah closer, kissing his head gently. Noah twisted to look up at ...
Isak began to pick up all the baking tools and cleaned up the floor. He was glad Noah’s friends came over, but he didn’t think about the fact that he wouldn’t have any time with Noah for the rest of his staycation. Though, Isak felt like he kind of deserved it. He was rarely home, and when he tried to spend time with Noah, it was as though his whole company was against it. They called him con...
Isak laughed because the doorbell rang, his hair dangling above Noah. “I can never share a moment with you anymore,” Noah laughed too and Isak hoisted him up as they both went to the door. Isak opened the door,
“Oh. My. GOSH!” Noah squealed and ran under Isak’s arm and into his friends. His friends Mikaela and Michael flew in from Chicago! They used to call themselves the M’N’Ms because th...
I haven’t seen you in 18 years and you look good
How are things? The family is good, great I see a ring on your finger I don’t think I have you on Facebook who snatched you up?
Taylooooorr oh ok wow yeah that’s so awesome
Have you told her your bisexual, a lot more women are open to it if you think about it.
No oh ok well...
Isak leaned backward onto the bed and looked at the ceiling. “Wanna bake something?”
“Oooh! Sounds fun. Sure, let’s go!”
“We need ingredients, so let’s pick them up!” Isak pulled Noah up with him and they got to the car and headed to Kuhn’s. In the car, they began to discuss what they would want to bake. “What about a cake?” Isak offered.
“OOH! Sure. Red Velvet? Or…” Noah replied.
What have I walked into
What do I see
I see a cafe full of people
All sippin there coffee
I see a barista
Not just any barista
I know him I’ve seen him before
Oh I remember i have seen him before
The night of the ball
The crystal ball
Hung up so high
Oh I wish could fly
My dress as long as the floor
I was definitely not the prettiest gal of all
He walked through the door
Like a king...
Isak hobbled down the stairs and was greeted with the smell of bacon. When he got to Noah he slid his arms around his waist.
“Breakfast burritos!” Noah grinned.
“Yesss,” Isak pressed a kiss to his neck and sat down.
They took their time eating since no one had work at all. Isak watched Noah finish eating.
“What?” Noah asked with a mouthful of burrito.
“Nothing,” He laughed.
Noah grinned in the quick second of the kiss, yes it was small but it was a sweet moment. They pulled back and Isak smiled and took his hand. One person walked by with a glare placed on Isak and Noah…once he walked off they both burst into a lot of laughter as they finally arrived at the car. They’d both learned to accept some people won’t accept them and that was okay.
“Thank you, Isak. It mean...
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