TeaA Poem by Pili
I make a cup of tea
To cure not only a soar throat But a soar heart. Not only to fix myself But to fix my heart and brain. I make a cup of tea To keep me warm Since I'm all alone On this strange summer day I make a cup of tea To keep me company In the crowded house Which now is empty I make a cup of tea To feel the burn To feel something Because since you left I can't feel nothing at all
© 2013 PiliAuthor's Note
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