My love is a black hole

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I like to sip coffee the same color as your eyes
As dark as it could be
That holds the entire world inside
And embrace it in a black hole of existence
It's aroma is not refreshing
But stinking to be true
Filthy smell of dying laughter
Roars of silent cries
Sadness that smiles
At you

Yet you sip it
With an undying hope
Cup it with your ever so cold hands
And feel it going inside you drop by drop
Unifying with your blood
Releasing a deep dark sensation

That
That's when you know
Your love isn't red colours and white flowers of peace
Rather a black empty canvas depicting long aisle of isolation
And you have to deal with walking alone!