I was a hot cup of water
Freshly set on the wooden table
You the sweet, dark leaves
That floated past the steam
The minutes pass
And though I became dark
I was so much more
Just you and me, sweet tea
But we cooled
You, spooned out
I, quietly drank
and
it
was
all
gone
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
