Thursday, January 16, 2014


[ for leaving you --- I'm sorry ]

One time I forgot you on my table
After a few sips that burnt my throat
I loved you hot and sweet
But I looked for another cup to drink

Now I'm convinced you're for my tounge
So here to you I returned
But when I look down on my cup
I saw your last few cold drops


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