No pleasure as sinful, no treasure deadlier,
Le chocolat, as love, the purer the bitterer,
A moment’s delight, neither wrong nor right,
A cheap sparkle, brief but blindingly bright.
My struggle with depression and life after love, knowing now, that the days of innocence have expired...Moving on after pain, with some hope, and a little wisdom
hello, it’s been a few days since we last texted, and i’ve been reflecting on what you said. while i agreed with a few things, there were ...
Wow! Thats a very coherent poem and the metre was decent too. I loved the choclat metaphor. And it rhymed well. I'm glad people still write coherent, meaninglful poetry online! Oh and can I ask who you are. You had commented on one of my posts some time back and I read the post again, and I realized I didn't know you. But you said you knew me several years back.
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