J's Musings

The other day I drank my coffee,

It was too milky for my own good,

I never liked milky coffee,

Until I met you,

And your blue mug,

Filled with beige liquid;

Baking cookies,

And I wonder about that recipe you shared-

I eat the burnt Nutella filling

And dial your number,

You whisper my name.

It is safe in your mouth,

Like I would be in your arms-

If you ever let me crawl into them;

Every time I get sent away,

I live true to Alex turner’s words

And come crawling back to you.

Maybe one day,

You can teach me the recipe to your coffee,

And guide me through a mess of flour and eggs;

Ill crawl next to you,

And we can dip the cookies in coffee.

As you call my name;

In that way only you do.

By Janhavi ❤