A glass of tea and me...
One... two... I pour the sugar in,
I watch them slowly sink.
At the same time my mind soars,
Back to my past then here in present.
Time has passed by like the grains of sugar,
Going by slowly then picking up speed as gravity pulls.
Many things have happened in between those times,
Some are sweet like the sugar and some bitter like the tea.
Born pure and white like water.
Then I am poured into a glass by my parents,
Others, like my friends, teacher and my love are the tea bag,
Coloring and shaping, into the glass, what I am now...
Life without happiness,
Tastes like the bitter tea with no sugar.
My life so far has been blessed,
Little spoons full of sugar are added in my glass by them.
Then a stir was given,
To mix all into one.
Done by my experiences,
All this to make a perfect glass of tea.
But, like they say... nothing is perfect...at least my tea is presentable... -Laughs-
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PS; the laughing is a part of the poem :p
Hmmm so whats this one to you guys? ^^ any suggestion to go with...
well think this one lacks of the usage of better words or more powerful ones... well i'll redo again someday... ^^
