It was a love game.
And estranged love that was meant for the humor of the public eye.
A fulfilling chocolate delight melting on their fingertips.
They took their chocolate and melted it on the society,
and they ate it up.
They never dared to spit it back out.
Everything was a little game of hide and seek.
One where there was no seek and only hiding,
it was trickery at its finest.
But of course, they had to make more white chocolate first,
and melted that too.
They made everything a game and enjoyed every part of it.
And the only time it ended, is when there was no delight to melt.
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Writings of Strength and Sadness
Poetry/ˈpōətrē/ Poems of love, hate, and pain. Living through it all by writing. Poems of strength and sadness. Living through it all by trying. Warning; might be not suitable with the language, content, and figurative substances. It May not be suitab...
