10-05-2012, 03:09 PM
Perhaps I am bitter like a dark tea
Heated and steeped in a ceramic mug
Always seeming to let a little spill
Unexpectedly.
Perhaps I am bitter like a dark tea
That burns when sipped too soon or too quickly
In a ritual that is repeated
Nonetheless.
Perhaps I am bitter like a dark tea
Filled with gritty leaves that swim in circles
Feeling that they are only pollution,
Unnecessary.
Perhaps I am bitter like a dark tea
But no one would ever really know it
Because I am diluted and sweetened,
Hoping
Heated and steeped in a ceramic mug
Always seeming to let a little spill
Unexpectedly.
Perhaps I am bitter like a dark tea
That burns when sipped too soon or too quickly
In a ritual that is repeated
Nonetheless.
Perhaps I am bitter like a dark tea
Filled with gritty leaves that swim in circles
Feeling that they are only pollution,
Unnecessary.
Perhaps I am bitter like a dark tea
But no one would ever really know it
Because I am diluted and sweetened,
Hoping