Posted in miscellaneous, original

Cup of Tea

I’m sorry I’m not your cup of tea.

I’m not the girl who basks in glory

Over make ups and filtered selfies,

Over feeding your hungry ego so you will like me.

I’m sorry if you think that the trend I follow

Is to go for boys who are shallow

Those whose pride they never swallow

And those who just sit and wallow.

Don’t think for a second that we’re meant to be

See, you’re not my cup of tea.

Posted in miscellaneous, original

Lipstick Mark

Like a stamp

It sticks and stays

It lingers in my coffee cup.

My femininity, embeded

A mark of my presence

My existence

My being.

Shades of pink, purple, burgundy, black, nude, and red

Shows my mood.

Each mark left behind,

Is a mark of excellence

Posted in growing old, original

Everlasting Cup

So I took the everlasting cup

As I took a sip and held it up

My life that went by, I saw

Things that I loved and regretted, all felt so raw

Each one flashed like a lightning or a page

I took it all in as I slowly saw myself grow with age

The everlasting cup I threw

Cause you see, I’d love to grow old with you