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August 29, 2012
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The world is made up of all textures
There are those we can find with the skin
Ones that are easily seen by the naked eye
And those we can find only by the soul within

The ceramic cup is smooth and glossy
A honey scent sways from steaming tea
Those that drink with pinky out feel classy
Tea feels warm and like a welcomed embrace

When I touch your face
When I grasp your hands
I feel the sweet kindness inside
I know where the concern stands

But when you touch my own face
When my hands would be enveloped by your own
Can you feel the scars inside?
Can you feel the pain that brings me down?

The ceramic cup became rough and worn
A scent is gone and steam faded cold
The one that drank lost their class
Tea having disappeared in days of old
Textures are the smoothness or roughness of an object

wasnt sure what category this fit into..
first time i wrote a poem not based off something that actually happened to me
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CoralCalypso Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2012
Very deep. I'm not sure I know what to make of the final few lines. ^^; Is it talking about a friendship that became distant as the cup became cold? Days gone by? It sounds really nice yet slightly sad. :<
Teirra-Misaki Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2012  Student General Artist
i sorta came up with it on the spot..honestly it could mean several things and theyd all make sense
friendship changing, the warm cup being the first person and the cold cup being the other..i think thats what i meant for it to be
CoralCalypso Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2012
Huh. Interesting. Maybe I'm a bit cynical then. Well I guess that's part of the fun in guessing the meaning of literature. It's always nice to have some insight into what the creator thought too. :}
Teirra-Misaki Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2012  Student General Artist
eh..who knows
its all complicated
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