Authors note: Here it is. The third of the ten diary poems. A nice medium between freeverse and rhyme. I think you'll find this one to be quite intriguing. :)


Sugar and tea such a sweet combination,
The tip of the tongue feels
A burning sensation.
The lady in purple, the lady in red,
Are sipping on jasmine tea right before bed.

One of them speaks,
The other one listens.
The red dress it sparkles,
The purple one glistens.

One has a princess with a bouquet of flowers,
One has the princess that fusses for hours.
And talks about warfare and throws things and yells.

The one in black, the lady in red's daughter....