A little more tea Miss? His voice suddenly grasps me back to reality.
His politeness has always been
his best quality.
Yes Jerry, some more tea
will be fine.
I wouldn't say, but lately
I do prefer to drink wine.
His old shaking hand pours just enough, like his butler hand was taught.
Into the finest pink teacups my grandmother once bought.
How I long for my childhood days where I didn't need to sit and drink tea all day.
How I long for the days I was still young and free to play.
Now it's me and my lady like life,
where I'm only allowed to dream about becoming a mother and wife.
-ZvZ-
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
A little more tea Miss? His voice suddenly grasps me back to reality.
His politeness has always been
his best quality.
Yes Jerry, some more tea
will be fine.
I wouldn't say, but lately
I do prefer to drink wine.
His old shaking hand pours just enough, like his butler hand was taught.
Into the finest pink teacups my grandmother once bought.
How I long for my childhood days where I didn't need to sit and drink tea all day.
How I long for the days I was still young and free to play.
Now it's me and my lady like life,
where I'm only allowed to dream about becoming a mother and wife.
-ZvZ-
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