Madagascan Vanilla
seeped in hot water from the new kettle
swirling with honey
staring up at me
steaming asking where my voice has gone
where my apology has gone
its lost among my mind
brewing darker and darker
to bitter to think anymore
lips pursed at re realizations about
me
myself
no matter how much sugar I pour in
sweet is something I'll ever be.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
Madagascan Vanilla
seeped in hot water from the new kettle
swirling with honey
staring up at me
steaming asking where my voice has gone
where my apology has gone
its lost among my mind
brewing darker and darker
to bitter to think anymore
lips pursed at re realizations about
me
myself
no matter how much sugar I pour in
sweet is something I'll ever be.
im sorry i am the way i am
trust me when i say im aware
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