So we met at the coffee shop:
She said: "so you are with a broken heart,are you never gonna love again"
I said,"yeah I am, but I will love again"
"I see my heart is like a container with a little crack"
Then I pointed at my coffee cup:
"Isn't if this coffee cup breaks,coffee will spill out"
"Just think the same way about my broken heart"
"I am spilling out what I contain,I am with a cracked heart "
She said, "so your writings are actually a coffee spill,ha"