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Emily Marie Poem
Once a day I would meet a girl named Jasmine,
Who gave me a cup of Jasmine tea
The warm, flowing liquid went down my throat,
A smile dancing upon my cheeks as I enjoyed the taste each day,
Which brought her a million delights
Once a week I met a girl named Jasmine,
Who gave me a cup of Jasmine tea
The warm liquid turn to a lukewarm temperature,
But it was her heart and soul into a cup that I so enjoyed,
The weakest smile spreads across her face,
"No fret" she spoke though ever so softly,
Almost like a lie
Once a year I met a girl named Jasmine,
Who gave me a cup of Jasmine tea,
The tea was a bitter coldness like frostbite had been,
Making me wince a couple of times on the spot with a quiet cough to follow,
Her eyes were the same as the tea this time around,
With eyes telling you she was done with this horrible planet
Once a year I met a woman who was named Jasmine,
Who used to give me Jasmine tea
Ah, I wish we were back in the golden time days,
As I sit and pray along your grave wishing back for our youth as mindless teens,
Would I have saved you if I listened to you instead of the tastes of Jasmine?
I hope for one day to meet you on the Heaven's side holding a cup of Jasmine tea,
To finally listen to you once again
Author Note: Yes, I have posted this on another app called Amino, that's also my account. I just edited it to be a bit better here. Enjoy.
Copyright © Emily Marie | Year Posted 2019
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