Cafe of Blues Coffee (Roots)

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The way she showed courtesy
With them big blue eyes of hers
To the way she speak calmly to the voices in my head
Not questioning my sanity but letting it be
Showeds that she could truly be trusted in this lonely coffee shop
The way she pressed her lips against mine 
Allowed me to see more than just blue on this rainy day
For the roots of my heart find a place to grow

 

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