Love has an expiration date
So I won't say I love you, it's too late
Now I seek my destination
To find someone worthy of inclination
Inclination towards a broken mirror
With sharp and rough edges
I see my disfigurement as a challenge
I feel miles away rather than inches
But I see it everyday
Salty honey and bitter milk in my cup of tea
Yet I plea for quality
Perhaps ginger, cinnamon
Or might I take my tea plain
And expect nothing from it
In the summit of my own thoughts
I see my views but not with admiration
But with distraught
For all I see is salty honey and bitter milk
As if thats all there is
A different mountain, unexplored
Do I dare explore it?
Do I like salty honey and bitter milk?
Do I challenge the mirror?
Am I someone?
I'm almost there.