My tea cup?
Cripple paper between my fingers ,,
Red roses with thorns ..
Black top to match my sock,
I seek your face between the maze,
Soft laughters engulfing the fields ...
A body with out a face ,,I'm emotional now
Sitting at a table, sipping my tea....
I wait ,,,I wait on you to give u my cup of tea...
Smile for me, smile so I could see,,,,
See beyond the sea ...my seven cups of tea
My cup is empty ,,you're not even here to see me,why haven't u not forgiven me ,,
Surrounded with black rose ,with your demons playing there songs
Don Matthews
Wed 21st Aug 2019 00:36
An interesting poem blackrose with a lot going on.
Both yours and Adam's comments raise an interesting point about the site. Some of us are very open and don't mind questions/ambiguities/replies thrown up on a public stage. Some are newcomers and just feeling their way. The private message system maybe caters for what blackrose terms ' can we continue this somewhere else??'. Both systems have been helpful to me - says the great WOL advisor of old......?