A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Please enjoy this poem I wrote this evening. I can’t wait until exams are over and I can spend some time reading like this again!

Sometimes,

All I want to do,

Is to grab my book, my tea,

Find a good place in which to lean,

To snuggle in a blanket, or my hoodie, let

The dusty, musty scent of old pages waft past my face,

And read away a day.

Hide away in a comfortable corner,

And leave reality behind, alone

In the populated world my head conveys me too inside

Those pages; however;

I wouldn’t mind,

Sitting there and doing so

With you.