You’re my cup of tea
but I’m afraid you’ll burn me
Early one morning as the sun’s rays
shine through my Earl Grey mental state
You have a sweet but bitter taste
You’ve caught my gaze
I’m stuck steeping in your beauty
You’re a herbal remedy
For cold mornings and long nights trying to fall sleep
The chamomile that sends me into an eternity of dreams
Two spoonfuls of sugar and a little bit of cream
I’ll use the air in my lungs to blow away your steam
But if you spill you will stain me
and I’ll never get my sweater clean
But the first sip is always worth it
Never perfect but makes you come back for more
The taste lingers like honey and ginger
or a mint melody on my timid lips
Craving but cautious for a second sip