After I finished my last cup of tea,
I drank all the sweet memory's that followed me,
of you.
I drink all the same as a peach tea,
a breath of relief that casts over me.
In this interlude of space,
time drips like a broken tap.
But just to be with you,
and you with me,
is the simple joy of sweet peach tea.
My aura,
my bittersweet.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
After I finished my last cup of tea,
I drank all the sweet memory's that followed me,
of you.
I drink all the same as a peach tea,
a breath of relief that casts over me.
In this interlude of space,
time drips like a broken tap.
But just to be with you,
and you with me,
is the simple joy of sweet peach tea.
My aura,
my bittersweet.