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Click hereSitting sideways at a familial coffee shop
Casually trying to stop the hands of time
While drinking down some hot mint mocha love
Within this everpresent moment sublime
How my mind wanders as time carelessly lingers
Inside this off the way beatnik place
Where I delve deeply into your beautiful face
While counting lost memories on fingertips
Suddenly my capricious thoughts turn forlorn
While asking how come the moon is blue
Like my heart that was already broken
Well before your words were ever spoken
It's during fragmented moments like these
I want to get down on my hands and knees
Crawl into loves sheltering carapace
Hide deep inside its protective embrace
Turning back the time I hope I become somebody else
Besides that precocious little girl 4 years old
Standing akwardly in back yards behind glass houses
Like a lost child desperately holding fears at bay
Already I was tired of moving place to place
With a docile smile plastered upon my face
Oh God won't you give this lonely girl a home
My tiny feet are so tired of this endless roam
Now I'm tired of endless come-n-go lovers
Who only remind me of that wayward day
When I thoughtlessly walked the other way
From your hand offering love above others
It's during fragmented moments like these
I want to get down on my hands and knees
Crawl into loves sheltering carapace
Hide deep inside its protective embrace
Much time has passed and tables are emptying
Except for one cozy couple sitting in the corner
Staring longingly into each others distant eyes
I hope their words are more than whispering lies
Now my once full cup has finally run dry
Almost like my empty begging wallet
So I ask the night sky oh why oh why
Do we always remember instead of forget
So I fool myself time's hands have stopped
While thoughts once again return to you
Turning this rather ordinary moment sublime
'Cause the moon is beautiful when it's blue
It's during fragmented moments like these
I want to get down on my hands and knees
Crawl into loves sheltering carapace
Hide deep inside its protective embrace