Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The tea cup is a deep sea of hot, minty liquid.
As I stir, waves form over the steaming surface.

A garden surrounds the delicate porcelain
with vibrant pink and yellow roses.
I pick up the dainty vessel
and take in the fresh aroma.  

Finally, I sip at the floral brew
until all that remains is an empty pond
of nothing.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Remember that you are not alone,
Remember that I am near.
Remember that when you're feeling forlorn, 
Remember to have no fear.


Remember to always smile,
Remember this every day.
Remember to cover up your cries,
Remember to smile anyway.


Remember that you are not alone,
Remember that I am near.
Remember that when you're feeling forlorn,
Remember - you have no fear.