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Sipping on green tea My lips blaze like fire Your hands trace circles On my thigh It’s magic It’s mystery Kindness is rare In situations like these. Threaded through smiles And small words. Sipping on green tea Fingers entwined Like roots of a tree I want to stop time In this moment Of magic Of mystery Seated by a fire Holding hands Holding Tea cups made of china Fragile as my heart Misery seeps through Cracks in the walls But we cover it With clouds of laughter. Sipping on green tea Feelings left Discarded on the floor This moment so pure It’s magic It’s mystery
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
Sipping on green tea
Sipping on green tea My lips blaze like fire Your hands trace circles On my thigh It’s magic It’s mystery Kindness is rare In situations like these. Threaded through smiles And small words. Sipping on green tea Fingers entwined Like roots of a tree I want to stop time In this moment Of magic Of mystery Seated by a fire Holding hands Holding Tea cups made of china Fragile as my heart Misery seeps through Cracks in the walls But we cover it With clouds of laughter. Sipping on green tea Feelings left Discarded on the floor This moment so pure It’s magic It’s mystery
Another one that I’m very open for feedback. also wondering if anyone could help me with a question i have? It’s very personal and complex but there are many wise minds on this site.
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
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