I had
a beautiful porcelain cup
It was my favorite, you see
It had blue flowers and a golden rim
From it every morning I had my tea
I simply loved my porcelain cup
I was addicted to its charm
From it I would slowly sip my tea
And it would keep my heart warm
I don't know if my favorite cup
Was also addicted to my lip
But I loved it with all my heart
Would rejuvenate with every sip
Then one fine day I noticed a crack
It sure did break my heart
I tried my best to put it together
With it, I didn't want to part
Now that I would use the cup
Sometimes the tea would spill
But my love was so utterly blind
Again the cup I would fill.
I didn't let go, I held it so
In my hands and in my heart
The thought of my morning sans it
Would pierce my heart like a dart
Then alas, one fateful day
It broke in my hand
Scalding tea fell on my lap
This was something unplanned
Oh, how I grieved for my porcelain
cup
The cup with flowers blue.
Now not only did I nurse a broken
heart
Had blisters on my body too
It was my besotted love for it
That made me burn my fingers
Even though at times, I do resent
The memories still in my mind lingers
For if I had put the cup away
when it had just a crack
Perhaps I would not have burnt myself
And my heart too would be intact
It's the same with some relationships
Which we drag on, after it ceases to be
good
The fact remains when it starts to
hurt
Try to be aloof, we should
The more we linger on a relationship
That's seeping us of our happiness
The more we hurt, the more we brood
The beauty turns into ugliness
So keep your cups away for good
When it develops a crack that you can't
mend
For you want the good memories to remain
With painful blisters you don't want to
end.
