He wasn't like the rest of them.
He was divine yet impure.
The best of the best on the tongue that could taste such
Sweet and devilish aromas from the brew
As the cup was filled.
But...
She was confused.
She didn't know if she should drink the tea or not.
In the end when she craved it the most,
It had turned cold.
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Cold Tea
PoetryThe reality is, anything can be compared with anything. Wich loses the point of comparing things. One could use the logic that nothing means anything and everything means nothing. That nobody deserves anything. That everything is delusional but why...
