I Have a Problem Right Now
I have a problem right now,
And it is huge.
He's sitting across the Coffee Cafe,
Looking really good.
He's engrossed in the coffee swirls,
Looking down and enjoying.
I wondered if he would look up,
To see me inquiring.
But his hot drink seemed to take precedence.
He was infatuated by it.
My problem wasn't the pretty girl,
Who was also looking at him.
My competition was the swirling hot drink,
The pretty coffee he was drinking.
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