i'm looking at empty cup
can only hold that much
i can talk about it all day
doesn't change for me
it could attract tiny dust
i could leave my lips mark
admiring how round perfect
so cute handle for my finger
as beautiful i can appreciate
so sad it can't talk me; mute
i spend more time holding
dreaming, sipping with cream
i won't let anybody use my cup
it become part of my daily life
i can't imagine other lips touching
nor anybody's fingers wrapping
i really want to keep it untouched
maybe i just, just wrap and box
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem