To taste the sugar on your lips,
to float on the mist that is in your breath,
to be the sparkle in your eye,
to cherish me always until I die.

I invited you for a cup of tea and
You never walked by the window.
Maybe you knocked on the wrong door?
Maybe you stopped to smell the roses.
So I put the mugs outside my house and
You still didn't walk by my house.
Maybe I gave you the wrong address?
Maybe I should have planted some roses.
Then I drank my tea without you and
Smiled at everyone that walked by.
Maybe they had seen you walk by?
Maybe they had planted their roses.
I walked to the roses with your mug and
I couldn't see a glimpse of you.
Maybe we both should admire the roses?
Maybe I need to plant some daisies.

mama whispered into my ear "you can tell me anything".
how can I tell you everything when every word spoken,
is seen in obliviousness to whats in front of you,
like how papa creeps up into the room when your lost in a world of dreams,
the way his inquisitive hands find its way to areas you would not believe.
I hate the way you **** up to him,
when we both know whose the victim,
and yet you tell me,
ask me,
patronize me into speaking in the presence of him.