Apr 2014
on my couch,
alone again,
with a cup of tea in
my ****** hands
and a book next to me,
whose pages are missing.
the pleasingly bitter taste
hits my tongue and
i am re-born again.
alone again,
with a cup of tea in
my ****** hands
and a book next to me,
whose pages are missing.
the pleasingly bitter taste
hits my tongue and
i am re-born again.
this poem is just how tea calms you and you feel like a new person after drinking it. at least that's how i feel.
