Who’s that girl in the bottom of my teacup
Her wet reflection breaking over
The cracks in the glaze
She blinks, wavers, and is eclipsed as
The last amber drops slide down my throat
For The Love Of Tea
June 20, 2008 by sage eyes
June 20, 2008 by sage eyes
Who’s that girl in the bottom of my teacup
Her wet reflection breaking over
The cracks in the glaze
She blinks, wavers, and is eclipsed as
The last amber drops slide down my throat
I love tea too. It is relaxing in a cold day. I guess when we love something we become that something. Relaxing.