You will talk and I will listen,
You will ask and I will give,
You will walk and I will follow,
Even if I'll just be your shadow.
You'll take me for granted
And that's fine,
Because as crazy as it sounds,
You are my kind of tea,
I really love you,
Even more than I love myself.
And maybe,
Just maybe that's the problem.
I gave my all,
Yet you gave me,
Nothing.
One day I woke up
With a heavy feeling inside my chest,
And by that moment I knew
I'm done with our tea time.
Our time finally came to an end.
There is no more love left,
For I already gave my all.
And honey,
Maybe you're really my kind of tea.
But I drink champagne now.
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Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
