Friday, February 23, 2007

All the Cold Cups Of Tea !

that was my second time i saw her face,
the first time was when i stood at her doorway,
in the stairway,
some days ago.
she brought a cup of tea for me, when i was sitting on her sofa,
somewhere in her living room.
i wasn't thinking of anything, i was just thinking about why she was naked.
i'm staring to her face, and she still thinks i'm her man...
...but i'm not.
i'm just a postman.
my tea gets cold.


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