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In this poem, i express the feelings of a cup... some might laught at the title, but the poem is truly beautiful.

Submitted:Jul 21, 2008    Reads: 247    Comments: 12    Likes: 5   

I bear the heat,
the hotness of what you pour in me,
the liquid that touches my base,
the liquid that touches my face,
I'm in an abyss of vain

My screams are, but to me,
never my voice left the boundry,
for your hearts are too small for me,
how could thy know what i feel,
the everlasting pain befalling me..

why are you always so care-free?
why am i bound so, by decree?
why didn't god impover me?
with the beauty of you human beings?

But, oh god, when i see,
the cosequences of that beauty,
u dont talk, just curse and cuss, everybody
even me, a lethargically bound object....
im a cup, but i think i m happier than u, with all respect


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