OLd CoLD CoFFEe IN the MornINg

Rays of rain fall into drooping eyes
plummet in to realizing why
I understand you, I cant I need you
lollipops of tasteless drops perform
dancing thats not ment to stop

Back in a car surrounded only fur trees
breathing halts as mind parts
from situation around me
finding I reliving things I tried leaving behind
in raveling hearts.

Fingers, that lingers
on backseat, first time that life fed me this kind
as we unwind I find nothing tends to matter
except moment for moment
that slips down roaring summit
falling these rain drops plummet

NOW I TASTE the old coffee,
bitter sweet as the cold energy reheats
revealing what could be true to me.