the one I hold in my hand,
the one that used to be filled.
the one that used to be chilled?
my cup that I love.
my love of u has moved up
my love my love i cant stand.
i have u now.
i hate that i have nothing anything any more.
a moment in time that my love is my true filled cup.
and now u showed up
and now u show up in my place, in my my place to show your face.
how I love to wish that this is a phase.
how i wish i loved your face.
my face that is the cup.
the cup that is my wish.
the wish that is my love.
the love for the empty empty cup. oh please grow up!
be silent be still.
for i wish that bees are still here in your face.
empty wish for an empty cup of love.
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