I Don't Know

As I sit here and drink my cup of tea,
I wonder if you are thinking of me.
But then I wonder why I even care,
I guess 'cause I feel so empty and bare,.

Is it missing you that makes me hurt so?
Or is it just loneliness? I don't know.

Reviews

[Siren]

I love this poem. It hits the heart. Great job. :]

[maurice_forgets]

I don't know either. The tea. What type… you know, what flavor or blend or whatever was it? That's what's missing. Seriously. In this poem, identify precisely the tea.


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