I knocked over a glass of water
and it didn't make me cry
I didn't feel the urge
to let tears drop from my eyes
It didn't leave a stain
when i wiped it from my chest
It was a slight irratation
and it took me from my rest
nothing more and nothing less
No deep dark stains
to cover over with lies
no further reason for gasping
no guilt released with sighs
I got a towel and cleaned my spill
I still felt good, no reason to feel ill
But when milk flows
from a gilted cup
I fight to find
which end is up
When something so pure and sweet
get knocked aside
I want to embrace
what was not tried
hold onto what i abide
I want to savor the pleasures I've lost
turment my mind
no matter the cost
my tears stain the shirt i have on
I've spilt my milk and now its all gone
over look me if i cry and get mad
my spilt milk had no chance to go bad.