Saturday, April 2

Teacup

The world everyone could see.

Looks so much different to me.

Hating those you love,

Loving those you hate.

Maybe fairytales,

We're never my,

Cup.

Of.

Tea.




My broken heart feels a lot heavier than someone,

 That’s.

 Always.

Full.

To forget everything,

I would have to,

Spill~

The~

Rest~

 But I am far too chipped~

 To be so bold~

Ooooh~ what a fool.



Through a million tears,

I~

Can~

Not~

See~

And the cup slowly starts to refill.

Ahh-Oooooo~

Who knew,

Fearing love can be,

Just~

 As~

 Cruel~

Now the cup is beginning to overflow~


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