My anger was brewing
Similar to that tea kettle
That you placed gently on the stove
In hopes to calm my nerves
I was tempted to defenestrate it
I knew you would cry out
Your piercing blue eyes would widen
I couldn't live with the guilt
It would be better if I walked away
That's what you think
I couldn't sip that tea
Pretend that everything was fine
When it wasn't
We slap on those masks
When things don't work
We drank tea
It was our private tradition
That often happened
Fake laughter
Smiles that don't quite reach our eyes
Deep down you knew I loved you
You loved me also
So to make you at ease
I drank that damn tea
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This Is Love
Poetry{#21 in health} {#272 in poems] "You have the most beautiful soul." "No. That's your soul you're seeing inside of me" -E.L Todd --- A collection of original love poems Read them If that's your thing :)
