Tea Party
It's the last October night-
When we have a tea party,
It's only the five of us,
I couldn't recall no more,
But all I could see,
Her lips pressing my cheeks,
And darkness comes again,
But welcome to the tea party.
First, it was hard to drink,
Blood colored tea in the cup,
But as long as the cups go round,
The lesser I feel safe and sound,
And I spoke about what I feel,
'Bout the girl I loved for years,
And as the end of the tea party,
It's the last time before the stars gone wildly.
Two days have passed,
After the tea party we made,
Third of November,
When you said,
I should stop going over,
The smiles I made,
They began to slowly fade,
And your cousin blame me bad,
And the pain makes me so sad,
Just because of a tea party,
Everything have lost to me.
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Bed of Proses.
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