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A web of cracks across my skin,
A chip where once a rose had been.
I held warm tea, a friend so true,
Now whispers of the past peek through.
My handle, smooth from countless sips,
Remembers laughter on your lips.
Conversations steamed and swirled,
Secrets shared, a world unfurled.
Though some may see a broken thing,
I hold the joy that memories bring.
The sunlit mornings, evenings deep,
Each sip a promise we would keep.
So fill me not with water's flow,
But with the warmth of years ago.
For though I'm flawed, I'm cherished still,
A cracked teacup, on memory's hill.
Comments (2)
I like the chip where a rose once was as well as the ending. Sweet poem. Have you tried not rhyming? That could be an exciting new frontier. Subscribing ;)
This is very well-crafted! Bravo! Not only is the content excellent, but the rhythm is flawless.