my life is pretty plain
I like watching the puddles made by rain
all I can do is pour some tea for two
then speak to my askew point of view
but it's not sane
I just want someone to say
that it's okay to be me,
to be sincere
you know,
I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
but clearly
I won't have it made
I don't understand why I sleep all day
and then start to complain that there's no rain
you don't like my realistic perspective
I get confused when I look at it
because it's not sane, is it?
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Dropped Tea {poetry}
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry of my own. spoiler alert: the cup of tea isn't half empty and it isn't half full. there is just no tea at all.
