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You'Re My Cup of Tea

Your sweetness tasted like cherries
Your smell scented like fresh strawberries
Your words filly as ripened bananas
Your act  sour like my lemon trees
Long ago i was your good cup of tea
Long ago you were a star in my universe
my forever lover to be......
Dear baby you left on that plane,
promised me you'll be back again,
but words were just words...
dreams written in a whole book of vain,
It took me so long to get over the heartache
It took me  so long to get over the pain.

I can still remember the end of December,
Distant phone call confirmed wedding
bells in cloudy September,ringing
bells for for you and your bride to be.
I faked a smile,a lady in style,Congratulatons
across the ocean,across much more than a mile,
 You came back full of regret,stating
i'm the one you couldn't forget,NO Bells
in September,it passed and gone,but
dear baby i found New dawn,i'm
very sorry i had to move  on...

Please dear Baby stop crying,
hot tears brushed my cheeks long before,
Just leave me alone!stop the knocks
knock knocking on my  wooden door,i met
Somebody  Special who loves me much 
more.Dear baby go play in your cradle,
Your mami needs a papi today
a papi who doesn't like rattles,
a papi who 's too old t play

Yesterday i was your good cup of tea
and  you were all that mattared to me...
 That was Yesterday,i live for today!
Yes, baby that was Yesterday,Now
i've met somebody who looks only my way....
i'm in love with him,he's in love with me,
and we are to marry in the month of May
  

(FICTION)                                                                                           Charma

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Tim Smith

Date: 7/24/2016 6:47:00 PM

Lovely Charma it must be nice to have someone thinking only of you. Hope you had a terrific weekend.

Adell Foster

Date: 10/6/2009 2:56:00 AM

The title drew me in, this piece has a great lyrical feel to it. I am glad that it is fiction :-) Thank you Charma for sharing the read.God Bless, Always, Adell

Robin L. Gass

Date: 10/4/2009 4:52:00 PM

This reads like a song, Charma!, and I'm glad you gave it a happy ending! I love the title, it caught my eye!

John Freeman

Date: 10/3/2009 12:31:00 PM

Thank you so much for your warm & graceful comments today on my poem "Ole Brownie" Our babies(Pets) are very precious to us both a I can see in your comment about you mixed collie baby. My "Brownie" was a real dog, not a fictional character, altho he was a scrapper, as I said, as a boy, I loved him dearly. He lived to be a ripe old age. Love you poetry, keep thoes thoughts flowing, Sincerely, love Moses

John Freeman

Date: 10/3/2009 12:13:00 PM

I am so happy to see, your first cup of tea, turned at to be, a cup of ---, that way you could see, twasn't meant to be, twas that way you see, you found your true cup of tea! And I am so glad, not the least sad, you're past that fad, for would have been bad, to have wed a passing fad! Such a beautiful "I do not know', with such a beautiful glow, for such wisdom doth show! Smile, & lol. Sincerely, love Moses

John Loving Iii

Date: 10/3/2009 9:49:00 AM

oh so many meaningful phrases and rhymes you just earned your way on to my favorite poets list. a hard thing for my friends to do. john h loving iii

Gert W. Knop

Date: 10/2/2009 8:21:00 AM

Even fiction got its non-fictive part. Yes, Charma, I also experienced that what your wrote here, but the story had no happy end. Keep writing and thanky for your comments! ..Gert

K K Iloduba Jnr

Date: 10/2/2009 4:46:00 AM

....the end of December.I am working on a prose, it is titled `the end of December`. That`s why it is going to be my favorite line in this poem of yours.good work as always.

Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Date: 10/1/2009 8:34:00 PM

Fiction hey, thought it was a true story. It sometimes takes one a long time to realize the mistake they have made, and when they do, it is sometimes too late to undo, yet we must learn to let go and start a new, because it may still happen again. Then he'll better not make that mistake again. Thanks for sharing. Caroline.

James Marshall Goff

Date: 10/1/2009 3:03:00 PM

your strength emanates from this hearfelt poem! Charma!... jim

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/1/2009 2:57:00 PM

A man who abandons a woman who loves him this way often returns later with regrets. How wise she was to ignore his attempts to reconnect. Like the way you say, "Baby, that was yesterday." This woman moves forward strengthened by the torment she once endured after being betrayed. Excellent write, Charma!!! Love you! Carolyn

Kate W

Date: 10/1/2009 12:48:00 PM

such beautiful words spoken here.........kate