Infatuation

Take a sip from the cup, not a gulp, just a sip.

Take a sip from the cup, not a gulp, just a sip.

Then the cup goes away and a drought takes is place

And an ache starts to grow in the pit of my soul

 

And I yearn for a sip, not a gulp, just a sip

And I yearn for a sip, not a gulp, just a sip

And I plead for a sip and I beg for a sip and I pray for a sip

And the ache grows stronger and my longing grows longer

And the frustration matches my thirst and I feel as if I’ll go mad without a sip

And I wonder if I’ll ever sip again

And my parched mouth feeds my anger and wishes that the cup never came.