Tea Cups Poem by Sara Tehrani

We deny the depth of our high
When our worlds collide, we ignore every goodbye
Every time
Every word
Every rhyme
Every whistle of the bird
Every now that we know
Every how that we grow
There is nothing quite like this rollercoaster of a ride
Wishing we fastened our belts tight
The tea cups don't look so boring now
Old friend please come down from sitting on the fence
You will hurt your back as you sit so tense
I’ll carry you on my shoulder
Make you fearless of growing older
Trust in me like I trust in you
Share the pretty colours that you once drew
Let another prove to you
That this time if you let her she will hold you

Copyright of Sara Tehrani