A Storm In a Teacup
The broken teacup sits sadly on the garden table
Wearing tarnished stains and hardened sugar decorating
the sides
There's a bracken coloured moss that's resting at the bottom
Saddened by the wastefulness and ready for the bin
The half empty teacup sits regretfully on the bedside table
It wears a scarlet lipstick kiss that lays upon the lip
A hand print caresses the curved handle and the teaspoon
lays in the saucer
Saddened by the coldness and wishing it were full
The cup of tea sits proudly on the table
Full to brimming and letting off a fragrant steam
Luring with a hot temptation and a desire to be drunk
With soft white crystals that sweeten on the tongue
But saddened by the emptiness that surely comes
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