zinc summit
I never cared for the black and bitter—
Beans burnt to roasted crisps,
But then she handed me her magic cup,
And I fell in love with the twists.
It wasn’t just the coffee, no,
It was her laugh, her spark, her flair—
A sweetness brewed with every sip,
Her joy, like sugar, lingering there.
"Just coffee," she’d tease,
but it felt like more,
Like sunrise poured in a tiny mug to kiss.
Each sip a step to brighter days,
Each smile lit with morning rays.
Now,
mornings smell of bold aromas,
The air alive, the kitchen hums.
I’ve learned to love the grind, the brew, the way
To chase the sweetness yet to come.
Her coffee taught me life can bloom,
Even from beans so dark and cup so small.
With every sip,
I raise my cup— "Her coffee’s gone"
silent hornet
rotund kite
🤣 lmaoo bro