I am reckless,
when restless,
not thoughtless,
just reckless.
The words come out,
The hands move about,
The feet pace up and down,
Until it all comes out.
I am reckless,
not thoughtless,
and that might not be your cup of tea.
I am reckless,
when restless,
not thoughtless,
just reckless.
The words come out,
The hands move about,
The feet pace up and down,
Until it all comes out.
I am reckless,
not thoughtless,
and that might not be your cup of tea.
One response to “Cup of tea”
Your poem is good
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