Your love is bittersweet on my tongue.
A choice I made tasting others before you.
Some were too sweet for me.
The others were too bitter.
Some were nuts.
But you came,
delicately wrapped in a box.
I took a bite and you were intoxicating,
consuming,
and now I'm addicted to you.
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
