casesensitive

You took sugar in your tea. It suited you - sweetening a bitterness, which was what you did best. Cover up the taste. Always the same; three spoons of sweet falsity. One spoonful of sugar for each fight. You took sugar in your tea. Just as you brought me roses when you hated me, jewellery, when you loathed me, chocolates when you despised me. When I hated you I gave you – nothing. Now you have nothing but three spoons of sugar every morning. In your tea.

Rushing, always rushing, Along with beeping, shouting, Don't touch that. Don't walk there. Keep moving. Always moving. Hurtled along with the crowd, To anywhere's somewhere. Keep your place and you'll be fine, I put a foot wrong and fall. Everything stops – breathe. Look away from the silent people; A motionless mass of mayhem, To a butterfly by my side; Out of place here. As am I. I follow the beating of the wings. Beauty leads to beauty – To a world within a world. No people here, but flowers, Intense and bright and breathing, And a river hums and sings. Here is human's paradise. This is not my world; Look at the em