Glass of Love

Glass of Love

A glass of my love sits on your table,
And you ignore it
A glass of my love sits on your table,
And it ages
A glass of my love sits on your table,
Begging for you to take a tiny sip.
It’s asking:
Asking for you:
For you to drink it,
To just take one sip
And realize you love me.
The glass falls off the table and spills
On the ground.
You decide you want a taste
Only one drop remains in the glass
It tastes delicious
You ask for more
But there are no free refills.





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CarrieAnn13 said...
Jun. 28, 2011 at 8:51 pm
This is a great metaphor!  I don't know much about poetry, but I do know this is excellent.  Good job! :)
 
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