The Chipped Cup. A poem by Ashley Houston.

The Chipped Cup. 

 

Oh chipped cup

What a riot

To behold

The blood

Stains

The coffee

Burns

Oh why

Chipped cup

Did you have

To be

Jagged

Why could you

Not be smooth

Now there are

Blood stains

Now there are

Coffee burns

Why

Oh why

Did it have

To be you

Chipped cup?

 

I took the picture of the chipped cup to go along with this poem when I wrote it which was about a year ago. 🙂 Hope you enjoyed the poem!

 

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