The taste of liquor lingered for days on her soft fragile lips.
It was the start of a love she never expected to feel
Yet the toxicity in her veins planed otherwise.
It was simply not meant to be.
Yet she was stuck in a rut
Between her mind and heart.
If she should continue drinking the tea.
Even though it was now 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...
