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Teacup
- Teacup -
I had a pretty doll and she had a name,
A porcelain princess with curly red hair!
Hair so red it looked like it was aflame,
And eyes so big that would just stare…
Her name was Teacup and she was sweet.
Though bad men broke her into pieces!
Didn’t you know that doll was also me?
I’m a little teacup but I’m also a princess!
I may not be short and I may not be stout,
And I’m fragile so please handle with care.
Sometimes I’m insecure and have doubt…
But I’ve got a lot of love I want to share!
Oh if you could see me as I am today,
The little girl I used to be you’d never guess.
But sometimes I let her come out to play,
And I put one a white and frilly dress!
Call me Teacup; call me anything you like…
Dress me, kiss me, caress me, and hold on.
Hold on to me when I feel the old fright…
Until we begin anew and the day is done!
Teacup, Teacup, a little girl’s dream,
Shattered in the dust of ages gone past.
I remember how I used to cry and scream,
But the old pain is gone never more to last!
Dry my tears, tell me it’s going to be okay.
You’re my big strong man, my protector…
Right now I’ve got to dance, my hips to sway,
When I think about you, and I feel the stir:
Of feelings like fire, of burning mad desire!
Love me, take me, just please don’t break.
You’re my knight, or a gentleman squire…
And I’m your Teacup, your thirst to slake!
I had a pretty doll and she had a face,
Porcelain and pretty, as us girls can be!
My hair changes colors like I’m in a race,
But I’m just the girl to score the victory…
Call me Teacup, and I won’t mind at all.
Though bad men broke my soul apart!
I’m coming back together and I won’t fall.
Because the one I love healed my heart!
I may not be short and I may not be stout,
And I‘m fragile so please handle with care.
Sometimes I’m insecure and have doubt…
But I’ve got a lot a love I want to share!
Oh if you could see me as I am today,
The little girl I used to be you’d never guess.
But sometimes I let her come out to play,
And I put one a white and frilly dress!
Call me Teacup; call me anything you like…
Dress me, kiss me, caress me, and hold on.
Hold on to me when I feel the old fright…
Until we begin anew and the day is done!
Teacup, Teacup, a little girl’s dream,
Shattered in the dust of ages gone past.
I remember how I used to cry and scream,
But the old pain is gone never more to last!
Dry my tears, tell me it’s going to be okay.
You’re my big strong man, my protector…
Right now I’ve got to dance, my hips to sway,
When I think about you, and I feel the stir:
Of feelings like fire, of burning mad desire!
Love me, take me, just please don’t break.
You’re my knight, or a gentleman squire…
And I’m your Teacup, your thirst to slake!
I had a pretty doll and she knew the way,
To be as cool as porcelain, bright as a star!
She could make people happy every day,
And her eyes never betrayed even a scar…
Her name was Teacup and she was bright.
Though bad men broke her into little bits!
Didn’t you know that doll was who I am?
And I’m starting to regain my shattered wits!
I may not be short and I may not be stout,
And I’m fragile so please handle with care.
Sometimes I’m insecure and have doubt…
But I’ve got a lot of love I want to share!
I had a pretty doll and she had a name,
A porcelain princess with curly red hair!
Hair so red it looked like it was aflame,
And eyes so big that would just stare…
Her name was Teacup and she was sweet.
Though bad men broke her into pieces!
Didn’t you know that doll was also me?
I’m a little teacup but I’m also a princess!
I may not be short and I may not be stout,
And I’m fragile so please handle with care.
Sometimes I’m insecure and have doubt…
But I’ve got a lot of love I want to share!
Oh if you could see me as I am today,
The little girl I used to be you’d never guess.
But sometimes I let her come out to play,
And I put one a white and frilly dress!
Call me Teacup; call me anything you like…
Dress me, kiss me, caress me, and hold on.
Hold on to me when I feel the old fright…
Until we begin anew and the day is done!
Teacup, Teacup, a little girl’s dream,
Shattered in the dust of ages gone past.
I remember how I used to cry and scream,
But the old pain is gone never more to last!
Dry my tears, tell me it’s going to be okay.
You’re my big strong man, my protector…
Right now I’ve got to dance, my hips to sway,
When I think about you, and I feel the stir:
Of feelings like fire, of burning mad desire!
Love me, take me, just please don’t break.
You’re my knight, or a gentleman squire…
And I’m your Teacup, your thirst to slake!
I had a pretty doll and she had a face,
Porcelain and pretty, as us girls can be!
My hair changes colors like I’m in a race,
But I’m just the girl to score the victory…
Call me Teacup, and I won’t mind at all.
Though bad men broke my soul apart!
I’m coming back together and I won’t fall.
Because the one I love healed my heart!
I may not be short and I may not be stout,
And I‘m fragile so please handle with care.
Sometimes I’m insecure and have doubt…
But I’ve got a lot a love I want to share!
Oh if you could see me as I am today,
The little girl I used to be you’d never guess.
But sometimes I let her come out to play,
And I put one a white and frilly dress!
Call me Teacup; call me anything you like…
Dress me, kiss me, caress me, and hold on.
Hold on to me when I feel the old fright…
Until we begin anew and the day is done!
Teacup, Teacup, a little girl’s dream,
Shattered in the dust of ages gone past.
I remember how I used to cry and scream,
But the old pain is gone never more to last!
Dry my tears, tell me it’s going to be okay.
You’re my big strong man, my protector…
Right now I’ve got to dance, my hips to sway,
When I think about you, and I feel the stir:
Of feelings like fire, of burning mad desire!
Love me, take me, just please don’t break.
You’re my knight, or a gentleman squire…
And I’m your Teacup, your thirst to slake!
I had a pretty doll and she knew the way,
To be as cool as porcelain, bright as a star!
She could make people happy every day,
And her eyes never betrayed even a scar…
Her name was Teacup and she was bright.
Though bad men broke her into little bits!
Didn’t you know that doll was who I am?
And I’m starting to regain my shattered wits!
I may not be short and I may not be stout,
And I’m fragile so please handle with care.
Sometimes I’m insecure and have doubt…
But I’ve got a lot of love I want to share!
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