(1:30 PM)
This morning I found a piece of you in my tea
I plucked it out and gave it a cursory look, thinking of us
I thought of your fingertips and your eyes that mirrored the sea
Then she came into my head and how you betrayed my trust
That piece of you slipped from my fingers
And drifted away like a petal in the wind
I often wonder, when I'm alone in the mornings,
Where the rest of you is
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Book
PoetrySince the 24th of December 2015 I've been writing one poem everyday. I figured I should post these poems somewhere instead of just letting them rot in my notes. Enjoy. *All poems are mine. If you would like to use one for whatever reason, please mes...
