the most frustrating thing
when it comes to a writer
is when everything
every word, every letter,
isn't enough to give justice to
the captivating picture of you
in the afternoon:

soaked in sweat,
grinning foolishly,
striking up a conversation
about coffee,
and how unhealthy it is
for me to drink
three cups straight,
to stay awake,

yet the bittersweet taste
stains my lips.

it spills down my throat,
covers my lungs,
and drowns them
with the addicting aroma
of coffee beans
and lazy dreams,
until i cannot seem
to breathe,

and the only thing
i can ever do
is to spill ink
for you.

Do you feel gratitude
when you breathe each breath?
or do you feel life as a loss
just a slow-moving death?

Do you wake each morning
with just a simple breath of air?
Not taking time to think
your next moment, may not be there?

Take time in your life
to smell that fragrant flower,
to admire a thunderstorm
and it’s amazing power.

Look for the beauty of color
in a rainbow band,
give encouragement to another
even by just holding a hand.

Don’t just give a small smile
let it be seen through your eyes,
see the magic of the stars
feel the warmth of the sunrise.

Give to the world love
even when it’s hard to do,
by giving hope to another
You, become a better you.
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