The China Cracks Poem by Christos R. Tsiailis

You buy me flowers and gifts
An’ travel over the seven seas
just with a kiss.

Always high, happy, and you feel divine,
without even asking why, or me!

Diamonds, pearls and gold saved in china,
some box you bought of bargain
wondering in Bagdad,
before you even met me.

Don’t you get it?
That china belongs to someone else’s love,
the pale design refers to other hearts
how will it hold solid an’ perfect as such?

We function it when you want,
the factory of love, where you the employer,
the employees and cleaners.
Have you ever thought that customers
buy different products
out of curiosity, need, desire or disgust?

And if the china cracks,
who will collect the treasure from the floor
under the furniture and from the yard?

Don’t look at me darling,
it’s overloading that caused mal function and the crack
not Our love!
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