Coffee

I take my coffee sweet, 

It's less bitter on my taste, 

It takes a little honey, 

And a dash of milk to make. 

I write hearts atop my lunches, 

With notes to open up, 

So that when I'm feeling hungry, 

I have left a little love. 

I say thank you to my neighbor, 

That smiles every day, 

So when it's time to come home later, 

I know that she's ok. 

It's these little morning sugars, 

That add up against the pain, 

And when I sleep at night, 

It begins next day again 

It's my coffee in the morning, 

The foam along my tongue, 

And you'll never truly know it's there, 

Until the days begun.