“I love you” I said on our way,
To a coffee shop.
Loving you is not even simple thing to do
That last Ice coffee I ordered was too bitter, same as our story after that.
I came back, you came back, and we were together at the coffee shop.
Unfortunately, the one that I ordered is the same as the last one I came.
That bitter ice coffee, their specialty. It’s written on their menu.
Just like our story, it’s written to be the way it is.
Yes, our story still as bitter as that ice coffee I ordered.
You came back, with her, to the same coffee shop.
I hope you order the sweeter one. Or even the sweetest coffee they have.
“I love you” I said that again on our way back to my house.
“I love you” still every time I look at that coffee shop.
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If only you knew that the bitterness of the coffee still lingers on my tongue.
