You offered me tea
...not my cup,
but I accepted.
Your eyes fixed
beyond me
cold, frozen.
Why did you ask me in?
You offered me tea
...not my cup,
but I accepted.
Your eyes fixed
beyond me
cold, frozen.
Why did you ask me in?
Good evening Ms. Feather! I hope you are doing well. Wonderful poetry in the Lair, that I have missed. Thanks!