Oh Cold Cup of Tea

I just wrote this. It didn't take long to write. I was inspired by the cold up of tea next to my computer.

Oh cup of tea,

There are many ways I forget you.

From afar as you sit next to the kettle

The tea bag browns you

It makes you bitter

And I sit, I poured you.

I just forgot.

By my side, your heat is lost,

As I sit, distracted by the world

You cool and stagnate

And I grow thirsty.

In the microwave, you hide

But I put you there to warm

To make you drinkable

Nice testable once more

And I know you want to call to me

But your voice I never hear.

Oh cup of tea

Oh cup of tea of mine

I forget you in so many ways.