I never sat down for tea with my anger
Never could handle that weight in my chest
I never thought I’d see you again in my life
But your eyes I saw, despite trying my best
Was it fate, maybe foe?
Who sent your image in my view
I never sat down for tea with my anger
I’ll never admit it’s overdue.
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Author:
Hem (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Algorithm or fate. Either be damned.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
This is a wonderful poem so well put. Sitting down for tea with one's anger a great way of putting it. Civilized discussion with a savage. Reasoning with emotion that has no ears or eyes. Nicely done
Thats a lovely title and unique way of putting it but I guess thats what we do, try to talk to something that is not listening, enjoyed the read
BRAVO
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