Do I regret impulsive actions, <br />only with those whom I click. <br />Being faithful and dishonoring self respect. <br />Experiencing this crisis is horror, <br />not to worry situations change. <br />Sex at a closed café, heaven in coffee some say. <br />Left me go at the train station, I toot, toot, and toot away. <br /> <br />All faults being disillusioned <br />preprogramming thoughts to be afraid, <br />because fear is normal. <br />I see eye to eye with your soul. <br /> <br />Sex at a closed café, heaven in coffee some say. <br />Left me go at the train station, I toot, toot, and toot away. <br />leave me alone without the coffee and cake this time.<br /><br />Alana Joy Bailey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sex-at-a-closed-cafe/
