warm on my skin,
an early monday morning.
the dawn is slowly moving in
chatting loudly, two cats,
one floor below.
a chill between the flats
the promise of shattered coffee beans,
the vow of the espresso machine
and then the note you left
warm on my skin,
an early monday morning.
the dawn is slowly moving in
chatting loudly, two cats,
one floor below.
a chill between the flats
the promise of shattered coffee beans,
the vow of the espresso machine
and then the note you left