Do I regret impulsive actions,
only with those whom I click.
Being faithful and dishonoring self respect.
Experiencing this crisis is horror,
not to worry situations change.
Sex at a closed café, heaven in coffee some say.
Left me go at the train station, I toot, toot, and toot away.
All faults being disillusioned
preprogramming thoughts to be afraid,
because fear is normal.
I see eye to eye with your soul.
Sex at a closed café, heaven in coffee some say.
Left me go at the train station, I toot, toot, and toot away.
leave me alone without the coffee and cake this time.
Alana Joy Bailey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sex-at-a-closed-cafe/
