Teacups
this morning i sat upon a teacupthe etch inside was of a aztec moon
blue and shining in its glory
this teacup
didn't spin
but it lead me to a new beginning
a new realization
people arent who they seem
they lie
cheat
steal from the heart
but on a mask for all to see
this teacup woke me up
sitting in the maroon
gazing at the turquoise
tomorrow is a new day
we get the worst habits from each other
like hate
like deception
like you
nothing is ever set in stone
but this teacup promises me
i'll wake up tomorrow.
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