#108 Tea or Coffee...

It was a friday night

I wasn't feeling too well,

she was telling me a story

and we had just met..

.

I could see a string of hair

falling over her forehead,

her eyes exploding with memories

and her lips stick greasy red..

.

Those beautiful long ear rings

wanting to touch her neck,

and probably just like her

never looking to rest..

.

Suddenly she offered some tea,

nervous me, said i'll prefer a coffee..

.

She said, haven't you heard the slang

what tea can do, coffee can't..

.

As if she's noticed me

even more carefully,

tea was perfect for my grim face

and she just knew the remedy..