| Posted on November 19, 2016 at 11:05 PM |
He smiles down at her cup,
He always knew what he wanted,
Never knew she ever felt the same,
Nothing was working to show her.
So, he tried telling her.
It was nice having a good cuppa tea for once.
She thought he preferred coffee,
She thought he didn't want her.
A new teacup he brought her,
So happy,
This is too new.
He liked the both warm drinks,
But this was his tea,
His everything.
She needed this.
So did he,
Their own little whispers to
Each other,
Foolish smiles on their faces.
Her cup slightly rosed up as he called her name,
She's finally happy.
New cup,
Freshly brewd life,
Finally not so alone.
He makes her happy,
She only wishes she can do the same.
Her past coffee,
She thought ruined her,
A broken, cold cuppa tea,
New brew,
New cup,
New drinker of this tea,
Finally not so alone,
Finally able to share her warm tea on her lips,
Finally able to share her happy.
-The Broken Poet </3

Categories: Bleeding Tears
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