My Cup of Tea

Can't drink this tea without wishing you were here. Tragic right. That a love story could die while still burning to be alive. It's kinda funny; to have your thoughts just stuck here in a jungle of words. For me to express them, that might be the most tragic thing of all while I realize that there's no way to tell you out loud what I'm about to write on this paper. That this love, that's dying, is still alive, just like this tea that is hot will soon be cold, yet who new iced was the right way to go ? So while this tea gets cold and this love continues to die, either way it's burning off a new temperature, just to be just as good; just as beautiful. You can't really compare love to tea, but I do know one thing. Both of them make you feel. They warm your body, or they refresh it. So which one will be my love ? Hot or Iced ..