They say liquid has no form but what it lies in,
But are you liquid's only skin.
You hold it weather its hot or cold,
Baring images that are both timid and bold.
You can be heated like the liquid inside,
But if you look across the counter the your inners hide.
A circle is attached to your side like a long lost friend,
And some times you have a groove on the top or a bend.
You are the one we search when we desire a drink,
Oh you are a cup I think.
