I stared
I gaped
I was waiting
Then you turned an inch
I expected
Please
Oh please
Just look a little
Some more
And then you tilted your head
Picked a packet of mint
I gasped
I was excited
We favor the same fresh
Holy!
I was all smile
I closed my eyes
And opened
I lost you.
YOU ARE READING
Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
