Of the tattle tellers tongue Tenaciously Terse tales told Tending to tea and tempting taboo
Boil the kettle.
Look out the window, To a world full of golden hues. Red, Orange, Beige, The crisp sound of leaves crunching, as you feel the frosty wind hits your face. The cosy cream cardigan, you bought at a car boot sale. It has arrived, the time of nights in by the fire. Endless cups of tea and walks in the rain.
It was an unexpected travesty
While I sipped on my Paris tea Black and swirling in the creamy cup The melancholy inside wasn’t made up The touches shared never to be replayed A pen left wordless on the splotched page The story of us dwindled and ended I’ll yearn the soul I lost and befriended It stains the wanderings in my heart Restless longing never to depart Will she look at you the way I did too Or with her smile is your gaze anew Amongst any spoken tendril I have to say You’ll ignore it regardless, keep it at bay No matter wherever I beg and try Forever I’ll be pinned as the bad guy Your friends affirm it without any doubt The words you spill attract gallons of clout And even with a vine of knowledge to prove They’d pry and spy ‘til nothing’s left to prune
Whilst drinking my daily cup of Harney and Sons Paris tea I imagined this scenario. The heartbreak of being replaced is shattering indeed.
You know what's fascinating about the older generation?
They want us to have it easy Yet they constantly complain about how easy we have it It can be quite confusing, I must admit I don't understand them and they don't understand us So what's all the fuss? Let us be free Who we want to be It's kinda easy ~31/3/21
My dad complains a lot about how easy we have it now, well dad I'm sorry for being born when I was.
Amber Tea Filling My Cup What A Beautiful Sight What A Beautiful Scent What A Beautiful Sound Filling My Cup With Amber Tea
She was planted
just as the rest "Why do I look different?" She liked her tea, but wanted company, so she painted herself pink She laughed at inside jokes she was outside of, nodded at words she didn't know, even said some of her own "Please no one see I'm not the same" She waited until next spring every summer, but every year, had to paint herself pink "I'm surely broken" she believed for too many years "...to find the right seed" "...just a late bloomer" she heard Next spring, she learned her name Parade tulip in a field of cherry blossom trees "Is there somewhere a someone who will love me" she wondered from time to time but she still drank her tea, and stopped painting herself pink
with regards to me, who would've thought I'd've thunk it. Cavalier, ***, wine or beer, if you gave me a drink I'd've drunk it. Alternatively, a biscuit with tea, and I'll contemplate life while I dunk it.
I was recently hired
In the Eye Tea division, After an Earl Gray interview It was an easy decision.