A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Please enjoy my latest little poem, inspired by this picture from Pixabay.Your eyes are as blue as denim,

Workman’s clothes, the kind

In old, dusty films set under pale, hazy skies.

The kind that hides your secrets

And your lies under rolled up sleeves,

Ripped jeans, a fashion statement overdone,

Requiring patches. Your heart

Requires patches.

I would swim in your oceans

Of tears, and you

Would cry waterfalls. I

Would climb up your torrents

And dam your spring at its source –

But denim

Don’t dry so quick.