Sweet Tea

 


I get my pot and pour out love

 

Desiring to be held

 

Yearning to be heard


Overturning,


The fragrance of his coffee beans

 

What does any of this mean?

 

Instead,

 

I'll just silently sip on my cup of tea

 

Secretly,

 

Wishing it wasn't decaf

 

Only caffeine 


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