A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Here’s another poem for you today, which I hope you enjoy.

When I first saw you,

I thought you were a flower, I

Thought perfection shone in your eyes, I thought

You wonderful; I thought you kind,

I thought

You were nice.

But slowly, slowly but surely,

It came to my mind,

That you petals had begun to wither, and

Fall away, and underneath your lies

I found

That my flower

Was nothing more

Than a bed of thorns.