For me, the third cup of tea is always the charm.
Drink it all up, this is your last one it will do no harm.
Quietly sipping our tea, masterly covering up my wicked smile.
'Another fallen one has be judged in my trial.'
I leaned closer and whispered, "You are mine now, reminisce the ruined love you had.
It seems I forgot but the third tea will make you mad."
As you hear my final words, the memory you despised emerges.
Forever reliving it, trapped in a hole of agonies.
I bid you adieu and kissed you with grace,
Skipping away with tears and a smile on my face.
Any minute now, another tea party will take place.
It must be done again so I can return to his embrace.
Why hello there my beloved stranger!
Come and join me so it'll be merrier
No! Don't tell to anyone... Always remember
This secret nobody shall know. Never ever!
©october
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