Hot.
Iced.
Black.
Sugared.
Creamed.
It lets you feel the things you shouldn't.
Like you want forget and get over it.
But remembers and misses everything instead
It causes your heart to skip a beat
Like what you feel when you're in love
But the truth is, it only gives palpitations.
It makes you feel happy, ecstatically happy
As if that glass of liquid is a magic elixir
That will eventually waver as it effect loses in thin air.
It gives an overwhelming feeling
Letting you say the things you want to say
And do the things you've been scared to do.
I've been addicted and keeps coming back for more
Even though it will only give illusions
The love of it keeps me from shunning it.
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