You are a cup of tea
I let run cold
as I was called
You are a cup of tea
far too bitter
yet never strong
You are a cup of tea
water and sugar
and herbs lost
You are a cup of tea
that cured my throat
and burned my tongue
You are a cup of tea
dark under the sun's
finest luminance
You are a cup of tea
with the colour of coffee
and the taste of mile
But most importantly
you are
the seventh cup of tea
I drank that morning
when I was desperately
fighting to stay awake
when I
couldn't open my lips
But as your last
dark drops
sunk into me
and your now
unfamiliar taste
stayed behind
I realized
the seventh cup
might have not been
tea at all
YOU ARE READING
Mabye if I Fall Asleep I Won't Breathe Right
PoetryRelying on possibility, slumber, and the unknown sweet demise of death. This book is a collection of poems that are unrelated but as a whole struggle to portray the meaning of the title. Through my distorted vision, a lot of things might seem disjoi...
