my cup

someone filled up,
my heart with a cup,
teaspoons of smiles,
of all colors n' styles.

now that, i'm older,
now that, i've grown,
my heart, is colder,
doesnt feel my own.

something has filled up,
my new heart, with nothin,
i can feel it, absorbing.

i think i have to,
wake up,
take my cup,
and fill it up,
with your tea.