By Fireworks and Black Coffee
Submitted by ~*Truelies*~
Date: 2001 Oct 10
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[[2001.10.10.12.55.25292]]

My mind is a scapbook of old relationships... I guess these are just a few pieces.

Fireworks and black coffee
Today I remembered how dear to me
They once were and used to be
And still are.
In empty cups and unlit skies;
All those ignored tears you cried.
I no longer resent the memories.
I look upon purple polos with a smile
And I can be a shiny happy person again.
I say your name,
Whilst I drink orange juice
With a grin.